I've decided to take my almost 8 years of college schooling and my self-bestowed honorary doctorate and extend my 'expertise' to the field of medicine. Johnny started having abdominal pain early Monday morning and I encouraged him to go to the emergency room just 18 hours after his symptoms began. Oh, wait, maybe that wasn't a good thing.
Anyway, the emergency room visit turned out to be quite productive. After several hours of tests extending into the wee, dark, cold hours of the morning, the diagnosis was in: APPENDICITIS!!
Long story short, John went into surgery at 8:00 this morning and emerged 90 minutes later minus one swollen and infected appendix.
The nurses, CNAs, and doctors were incredibly nice and helpful and we couldn't have been happier about how the whole experience went except for one problem. The University hospital has two patients per room and John's roommate was a crazy, LOUD, conversational kook! He really was insane! He was totally looped out on medications and wanted to rip off his bandages to show us his 6 inch incision. EW! I felt so bad for his poor nurses- he called them every 10 minutes with irate demands to talk to the doctors, concerns that he wasn't hospitalized (to which his poor nurse replied, "You are already IN THE HOSPITAL), and freaking out on the poor nutritionist who came for his dinner order who happened to have an East Indian accent.
Nutritionist: What would you like for dinner?
Crazy guy: Stay right there, I want to talk to you about something. [Dials nutrition department] I have one of your guys here, hey, what's your name?
Nutritionist: Sunny
Crazy guy: I've got Funny up here and he's totally screwed up my meal.
Nutritionist named Sunny: My name is Sunny.
Crazy guy: Funny? Finny?
Nutritionist: SUNNY!
Then the phone conversation awkwardly ended and Crazy Guy pretended like he hadn't harangued Sunny for the last 15 minutes and asked him to read him the dinner menu again.
After all the drama with Crazy Roomie, we were very happy when the doctor decided to release John early instead of keeping him overnight.
I'm so glad Johnny is ok. Medical stuff can be so scary. And as for the crazy roomie- I'll have what he's having.
ReplyDeleteWhoa! Glad John's okay. The crazy guy better have some patient family/friends around. Did they ever come by? That whole conversation with Sunny was hilarious.
ReplyDeleteGood wife making the hub go to the ER. Sometimes they can be so stubborn right? In my extensive experience with hospitals, nothing can ever go "normal." Something always has to go a little wacky or its not a hospital stay at all!
ReplyDeleteFunny story.
ReplyDeleteER's are full of whackos. Tell John good luck on the recovery.
Ah yuck. Lucky John has you! Glad to hear he is doing better.
ReplyDeletePoor John! I can't decide which is worse; the crazy in the room or the major surgery. It's a close one.
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