ER

If you know me, you know it takes a lot for me to take medicine or to go see a doctor, much less go to the ER. (Anyone remember me totaling my car and refusing medical treatment on the scene two years ago?) Last Friday I went to the doctor for a minor issue that I knew I had to take medicine for. The doctor agreed it was what I had, no big deal, just take this medicine. The whole conversation was maybe 3 minutes. The medicine is $150, but I couldn't not take it. It's just a once a day pill that you take for 30 days.

Over the weekend, I started getting really nauseous and dizzy. I also had a really painful headache. I didn't think much about it since I've been getting painful migraines over the past year and we have family history of them so I tried my best to sleep it off. On Tuesday I didn't take my pill because it says to take with a large meal and I didn't really eat a big meal that day. (Don't you just love my bargaining? Don't you remember when I had pneumonia and tried to bargain with the doctor that I would take meds during the week so I could party with the girls on the weekend? Lol)

Wednesday evening I took my pill shortly before heading out to eat with NYEBoy. Halfway through our meal, my headache came back, as did the nausea and dizziness. Once we arrived home, I went upstairs to lay down. After calling @kristencmcd and a few family members, I was convinced to go to the ER.

When we arrived at the ER I told the check in lady I thought I was having a reaction to a new medication I was taking. Within a minute a nurse was triaging me at the desk asking me a million and one questions. I went back to the triage room to get my BP, pulse, and temp taken. They put me into a room and the doctor came in a few minutes later. He told me the medication I was taking was indeed a bad medicine and there was nothing to do for it. He examined my neck and head which hurt like shit.

We arrived back home with my filled prescriptions around 11 pm. I only took a quarter of a Vicodin because I've seen too many episodes of Intervention, along with my muscle relaxer, and anti-nausea medicine. I promptly passed out. I woke up around 8 am with the same pain so I upped the Vicodin to half a pill and I took a muscle relaxer.

While I was awake, I called the doctor's office to find out why no one returned my emergency call last night and to see if I could get another prescription called in or to see if they wanted me to stick with what I was taking and to try to counteract the side effects. The lady on the phone told me she wouldn't be able to talk about anything over the phone and I would need to come in and pay $100 again. Are you fucking kidding me? The issue I went in for initially did not require more than a 3 minute conversation. Why the fuck would I need to have another 3 minute conversation and pay another $100 to discuss this? I expressed my concern with this, explained to her that I did not have insurance and had spent over $300 since Friday on something that is so minor. She asked for my pharmacy number and told me she would call me back after speaking with another doctor since the doctor I saw was on vacation until Monday.

I passed out shortly after hanging up the phone. I woke up around 7 pm last night feeling pain free for the most part, but a little loopy. Okay, a lot loopy. We tried to go to dinner, but while we were out my headache came back a little bit. I came home and slept until 2 am. I woke up pain and loopy free.

Today, I'll be going to the doctors office to raise hell about nothing being called in for me. I NEED another medicine for what I have, but I can't deal with the pain, dizziness, and nausea for 25 more days. I expected this from the health department, but not from a regular doctors office. If they don't help me I'll probably drive over to the health department. Even if they are shitty and I do have to be an advocate for myself, I at least know I'll walk out of there with a prescription.