Well, about a month ago I went to the Rhode Island Hospital. I was basically the only one in the waiting room after having been logged into the system with what I would consider 'level 10' pain. This was about 11:30 in the morning. I sat around with my room-mate, writhing in pain for hours, while walk-ins behind me were admitted first. Apparently pain itself is not a life threatening condition, so I was pushed off. Eventually I was given a room in the ER. This was 4:00 PM. Four and a half hours of pain, I almost passed out twice. They took some blood and urine and ran some tests, and diagnosed me with kidney stones, immediately realizing they should give me some damned medication, another hour and a half later I got morphine in my IV. I was released at 6pm with a presciption for vicodin, without having any real tests done on me. Whatever. By the time I was released, my mother and grandmother had already driven from southwestern CT to bring me home... My mother has had similar problems with doctors not giving her pain medication, so now before she goes to the ER she takes medication (vicodin or percoset).
My roomate and I joked in the waiting room when I was not in pain( half hour of relief) that we should have gone to another hospital (roger williams) or driven back to danbury CT. I would have been given medication sooner, and have been thuroughly examined.
All of this was on a fricken wednesday.
If anyone doesn't know, kidney stones are often regarded as being the most painful thing, ever. I wanted to jump out of the windows in the waiting room, no lie.
So, for the love of god, and all that is holy. Medicate medicate medicate.
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