As I laid there when the IV started coming out was just bleeding everywhere. My mom and Megan my wife came up to me and stood on both sides of me. Now obviously why would I want to take my IV out when i know that I need it ? Please note: I was being treated terrible and very rough. I was soaked in sweat and I was SO hot. If you want to know, I do have hot sweats and they run in the family. You know how when you get so sweaty that you shiver ? That was me. When I say I was shivering, it's no joke. I was soaked in sweat and hot. So my first nurse came back in to finally check on me. He was gone a good half hour. I sat there with my IV out for awhile. When he comes in the room he started to say I took the IV out. It was either a different nurse or the Dr I can't remember. My mom was there and she told them I did not pull it out. I stated " I want another nurse please! " So that's exactly what I got. I was even a little excited because it was a female nurse. No I am not sexist in anyway. I just choose female care over male care when I can. Let me remind you that my IV fell out. At the time no one did anything to take care of the IV. So naturally it was bleeding everywhere. I was anemic at the time too. So a lot of blood came out. I finally got my new nurse. I thought she was pretty friendly at first. We started to get along and I was so thankful. I thought finally, I'll get better treatment. She said she was the same age as me. I thought was neat. We talked about health and me having problems. She couldn't believe what was wrong with me for my age. Now this next request they had for me was not an abnormal request at all. I was asked to get a culture of my urine. So naturally you sit on the commode and take your urine sample. In order to get a clean sample, you have to use a sanitary wipe. Then you pee a bit and then get inti the cup. Can you imagine being freezing and having the sweats while needing to relieve yourself ? It was absolutely dreadful. I kept telling them that I was shaking to much. I won't be able to stay still. Believe when I say I wish I could have peed I got up a couple times and tried, I really did. It was absolutely terrible. I didn't feel good, I had pain, and I was nauseated. I wish someone would have understood me. All the health care professionals were treating me like I was lying and that I was a child. Finally when I couldn't pee and they needed my urine. I was threatened to have a catheter put in me. This sucked for me here. I basically had to have a catheter put in me for the first time. I have to tell her to do it, let things on the road. Obviously I couldn't pee in a cup. I am not 10 why are you threatening me with a catheter ? So she finally decided to cath me, and I of course was scared. She was really rough with me, she definitely didn't have a light touch. I felt violated more then anything. As I was in pain in my vagina. She put it in and then ripped it out. So after the shitty ride into town, I was then being treated like shit in the ER. I felt defeated. I didn't understand why I was being treated as a child. The doctor came in and he was actually cool. He listened to me deeply. I was thankful for that. I needed someone who would listen. He asked what hurt and where of course. We looked for what could have been wrong with me. I said I had crohns disease. He kind of nodded and really looked at me. Megan spouted "Breanna has a stricture. She was diagnosed not to long ago." I am SO thankful she remembered that or I would have forgot. I was sent down to the cat scan. I was more nervous then not. I sat on the bed and went into the machine and did everything it said to me. I then go back in my room and wait to see what is happening to me. I remember the doctor walking back. You could tell by his facial expressions with no smile in sight. I knew something was wrong but I didn't know what. "You have a partial blockage" he said.
To be continued
Comments
Post a Comment