I'm not an addict
Remember that song?...K's Choice?
So last night I took my roommates to the ER. The one roomate was at a party on Monday with people she didn't really know, got a drink, left to go to the bathroom, came back, drank it, blacked out and fell to the ground in an unconcious state, hit her head really hard. Had been blacking out all day. Instacare wouldn't take us. Seriously. So there we were, for two and a half hours, sitting in the ER, waiting for results from the CATscan, nurse comes back, writes her a prescription for Ibuprofen. Now I'm not big on drugs, but two and a half hours and all she got was some lousy ibuprofen? So she says how much pain she is in and that she's a waitress and will be on her feet all the next day and isn't there something stronger? Nurse looks at all three of us and says, "We don't give out narcotics here". What, did we look like druggies? You never can tell I'm sure, but roommate was in serious pain, blacking out, massive welt on her head and down her back. A little percasette or Lortab would've gone a long way at this point. "Do you want me to get the physician?" she asks. Yes. So twenty minutes later, and after the lady across the hall started violently vomiting right in front of us, physician comes in and says, "We don't give out narcotics here". Nurse: "See, no narcotics here". Yes, we are now well assured that the hospital doesn't believe in drugs, other than over-the-counter ones like ibuprofen that we didn't need to waste two and a half hours in the ER for in the first place.
Whoever says Universal Healthcare would break us doesn't know the current system is already broken.
So last night I took my roommates to the ER. The one roomate was at a party on Monday with people she didn't really know, got a drink, left to go to the bathroom, came back, drank it, blacked out and fell to the ground in an unconcious state, hit her head really hard. Had been blacking out all day. Instacare wouldn't take us. Seriously. So there we were, for two and a half hours, sitting in the ER, waiting for results from the CATscan, nurse comes back, writes her a prescription for Ibuprofen. Now I'm not big on drugs, but two and a half hours and all she got was some lousy ibuprofen? So she says how much pain she is in and that she's a waitress and will be on her feet all the next day and isn't there something stronger? Nurse looks at all three of us and says, "We don't give out narcotics here". What, did we look like druggies? You never can tell I'm sure, but roommate was in serious pain, blacking out, massive welt on her head and down her back. A little percasette or Lortab would've gone a long way at this point. "Do you want me to get the physician?" she asks. Yes. So twenty minutes later, and after the lady across the hall started violently vomiting right in front of us, physician comes in and says, "We don't give out narcotics here". Nurse: "See, no narcotics here". Yes, we are now well assured that the hospital doesn't believe in drugs, other than over-the-counter ones like ibuprofen that we didn't need to waste two and a half hours in the ER for in the first place.
Whoever says Universal Healthcare would break us doesn't know the current system is already broken.
Comments
Maybe the wait wouldnt be so long if people with a bump on their head would stay the f*uck out of ERs and instacares.
Try sleeping it off and not going to sketchy parties.
Hey I stumbled on this blog after googling the human project... nice name.
I like eating some vicodin on a good buzz but hey,
some times the truth hurts
Good memory on K's Choice; I knew it wasn't Jane's addiction cuz that song was sung by a female.
No one called the cops. Hospital didn't even really question it. My roommate has no idea who would have done it or if that's even what happened. All she remembers is drinking her drink and then blacking out. She told me she has a foggy memory of some guy offering to take her home but the friend she was with said no and took her home instead. She wouldn't be able to identify the guy or anyone else at the party but her friend. But that is scary.
By the way, would it be cool to get an invite to your SJ in the City blog? If not, that's cool. It's your blog. :)