Last night was dramatic for both of us (Annie). Well, we ended up went to ER. No fear, I'm okay. It was one of our fears from the paper that caused us to worry. Let me tell you the story how it happened.
At first I got home from the surgery and had nap then woke up. Eat food. Pee lots. Mom called me to sure I'm okay. I got up and feel pain from my left behind knee. It hurts when I straight my knee. I told Annie about it. She read the paper and saw it said I need to call the doctor if I have any legs pain etc. The doctor was worried for any patient who were under anesthesia longer than usually. It might caused to have a blood clots. Leg pain was one of signs.
Annie called one of ENT and he couldn't make up decision if we should go to ER or not. At first he said it was up to us but after my blah blah about knee pain. He gave up and told us to go to ER but emphasized that we should call him when we get there so we don't have to wait there FOREVER. Oh umm okay.
Annie and I left our apartment at around 8pm. Grins, it's not good starter for me since I got home from surgery! We drove to John Hopkins Hospital and walk FAR to the ER. We finally found ER through maze. Seriously, I couldn't find it without asking for help to find that ER. We saw there are LOTS of umm interesting people who sat there for many hours to get service. Annie overhear one woman said she have been waited for six hours and still not have seen doctor. Gulp, that's why ENT said we should call him right away or we will stuck here for many hours just like that woman stayed there for six hours. Weird. I admitted it's creepy to sit down and be one of them.
We found right place to tell the nurse to call the doctor, but the nurse just blinked and said go sit down--basically ignored us. She thinks we are one of them. Add to this, I have a weird big white cup bandage on my right ear. Duh. AND Annie DID told her that I had a surgery this morning. Is that important enough to go through in her head... But I don't think it didn't hit her through many visitors drama.
After about five minutes, there are no way for us to pull the white flag to wave and get our attention so Annie fed up and called the doctor herself with her dying cell as hoping it won't die on her when she contacts the doctor. Whew, it did got through and paged the ENT to come and get us. We waited another thirty minutes until the nurse decided to notice us and get us in her cubicle room. My friend, Annie, of course blah blah blah why I am here. Well, I did too. At first Nurse didn't get it. Annie had to repeat until the nurse get her bulb working. Finally she tried to call the doctor but at that time ENT arrived and got us.
ENT had to borrow one of their ER room to do test on me. That was very interesting part because ENT asked a woman (a weird doctor) if we can use that room. The woman stared at him and said we cannot do that. It started a little firework as trying to find a room for us. The woman said it's low risk of blood clots while ENT said it could be dangerous. It seems both of them couldn't make a decision. We ended up went a room. Still both were blah blah blah what if what if what if. My head feel like a ping pong ball. Of course, I couldn't move my head fast enough and gave up. My head have been spinning because its too much drama here in the room. ENT touched my behind of knee to see if there is any blood clots. He don't know what to look for, so ask her to see if she could identify the problem. She touched and said it's fluid like blah blah blah. She thought I strained against it during surgery and knee thing popped out. It looked like she is trying to be smarter than he is. At last both of them finally decided to give me a ultrasounds to see if I have a blood. And they talked about risk and benefit. It means if I have a blood clot, they cannot treat it because of my surgery. Both left the room leaving us alone.
Annie and I were not sure what to do but decided to call my dad what he thinks. He told us it's low risk and it's up to me. I feel much better and think dad and the surgeon are right. It's possibly sprain while I was in OR. Annie gave a good point, if we stayed here for ultrasounds and other tests, then we won't get home until maybe 2 or 3 in the morning. We will become one of weird people in the ER. I decided not to be one of them and told the woman forget it.
Funny, when we told the woman and she blinked at us. She acted weird and said we need to sign AMA. Funny that she did not thinks it was a blood clot but then she said it's still possible blah blah. It's low risk but nonzero. UH?! Okay, that's it. She finally printed the AMA and made me sign my name it so I cannot sue if I die. Uh, how can I sue if I died?! Well, she was nice when we left. She said if it's still the problem, I can return to her. And she added before we walked out of the room, she said hope I can hear. Funny, I had my left cochlear implant on. She didn't know that I have second one.
Oh boy, we finally left the ER and went home exhausted.
But am I sane that I decided to go to school the next morning? Yes, I had to get up early and Annie came along with me. Of course, I didn't go to school with my big white cup bandage. I took it off!! Annie careful not wash my surgery area, just my waxy hair. We left and got there a little late because washing my wax hair took forever!
I survived through long class and left home. That morning killed me and left me fell on my bed snooze for about two hours. I think I have killed Annie as well cuz she took two hours nap too. Wow, it's long day for both of us yesterday. Today was much better but still feel sore and blah. I'm looking forward tomorrow for a real shower. Yay! Now am I really sane?
