We arrived and no one was there. It was oddly empty. The same nurse who checked me in was one of two nurses total at the SWSH emergency room. There was one doctor who came to visit with me. They took blood, gave me a puke bag (best thing EVER) and tried to put an IV in. I was severely dehydrated and it took three tries to get an IV going on me. Morphine for the pain and something for the nausea helped.
On a Saturday night SWSH runs with a skeleton crew. No laboratory open? Oh, we have to send your blood work to an off-site lab. It'll take 4 hours. No x-ray technicians? We'll have to call a guy to come here. He's only an hour away. Enter the guy with the portable ultrasound machine and his van with a lift. Yes, I'm serious. "Congratulations! It's gallstones..." Yikes! I never once thought that's what it might be... So now that they figured out what my problem was they were unable to help me anymore and I needed to transfer to North Hills Hospital - only a couple miles away. Bryan asked if he could take me there himself. No can do. Because I had an IV in they needed to transport me by ambulance. Seriously?
That night in the hospital was awful. I don't think the nurse on the next shift thought I should have stayed. I know she wasn't expecting me to stay... In the middle of the night after I asked for something for pain she would only bring me Tylenol. Really? Tylenol? They kept pumping IV fluids through me and when I would need to go to the restroom she acted like I was an inconvenience. I couldn't wait to get out of there and when the shift change in the morning came I totally ratted her out to the supervisor nurse. She was appalled and said she should've asked the on-call doctor for pain meds.