Dr. says "Hmmm, I don't know what's wrong with you...
Sounds comforting right? I had felt weird 5 days in a row. I had been to the hospital once already, at the GP once and been sent home twice from work. When they sent me home on Monday, they told me that I should go and check this at the hospital again, at a neurologist, since this made no sense. I went home, felt all sickly even though I was fine by then, and when I woke up Tuesday I thought. It is not happening again...
It took a few hours and then all went dizzy again and I saw double and my balance disappeared. I told Tore to call a taxi and we went to the hospital. I was almost fine when we finally met a nurse, but still very unsteady, so Tore and the nurse had to lead me.
She says that she will have to take my blood pressure and I complain that I hate it. Everything was fine, and then she said "I will need to take a blood sample as well. I thought I was gonna die. I went all hysterical, started hyperventilate and cry. I squeezed Tores hand til it was nothing, or at least til I almost fainted. God, that is a lovely feeling...You are just floating away and it doesn't hurt anymore and you do not care what they do.
Then she sent us out in the waiting hall again and said that they were very busy so we would maybe have to wait about two hours. That sounded ok to me. I sent Tore home so he could shower and wake up since I woke him up with the demand calling a taxi and he was back after 2½ hours. Still not called in.
3 hours passed. 4 hours. Tore was angry and went in and asked what they were doing. Came back with nothin. 5 hours passed. He went in again and they said that he patients that were more urgent, on my journal it said "the dizzy girl". No wonder I have had to wait! Tore came back, and when almost 6 hours had passed, I finally managed to send him home. I mean, it was his off day. Tore wasn't too happy with this, but I told him that there were no point for him staying here.
He left and after 20 min, they called me in. Finally! I thought. Silly me. A nurse sat me in a room, took my blood pressure and said that the doctor would come by anytime soon. 30 min passed. Another nurse came in and wanted to take my blood pressure. I told her that someone else had already done that, "I can't see it here" she said and took it again. Then she left. About 1 hour later a doctor finally shows up.
I tell her my symptoms and she does the usual tests, pointing at the nose, walking, seeing, feeling etc. Asked me millions of questions and then said.. "Hmm, I don't know what's wrong with you"...and walks off.
I felt sooo much more comfortable with that...
I heard her discuss with other doctors in a room nearby, and she came back a few min later. Hmm, we are gonna do some tests.
I have to sit and wait in another waiting room for 45 min before someone picks me up for my CT-scan. Done and back to the emergency department. I have to stand there waiting for another 15 min before they find me a "bed". i thought "great, i'll get a room". But what was I thinking? I got a kind of a stretcher, but a little more comfortable. In a corridor!! Together with about 8 others along the wall!!
And the nurse said I should be "lucky" since this was the "quiet" corridor! I was in chock. In the middle of that, a man came and asked me to sign for my insurance company so that I would not have to pay for my stay. That would be about 800 euro per night!!
800 euro for a stretcher in a corridor?!
I stayed at the hospital for nearly three days, doing tests but mostly just lying on my back or sitting on my ass, bored. Until my lovely boyfriend came buy with his homer slippers, some comfy clothes, toothbrush and ipod. The everything was a bit better.
But still, three days in the hospital, and all they found was nothing? They sent me home a few hours ago telling me everything was fine. I haven't had any symptoms during my stay, but it wouldn't surprise me if they came back tomorrow or something.
What I do know now do is: I'm gonna look up if the private hospital is better, faster and has a little bit better food at least and if not, I will fly home from now on.
It took a few hours and then all went dizzy again and I saw double and my balance disappeared. I told Tore to call a taxi and we went to the hospital. I was almost fine when we finally met a nurse, but still very unsteady, so Tore and the nurse had to lead me.
She says that she will have to take my blood pressure and I complain that I hate it. Everything was fine, and then she said "I will need to take a blood sample as well. I thought I was gonna die. I went all hysterical, started hyperventilate and cry. I squeezed Tores hand til it was nothing, or at least til I almost fainted. God, that is a lovely feeling...You are just floating away and it doesn't hurt anymore and you do not care what they do.
Then she sent us out in the waiting hall again and said that they were very busy so we would maybe have to wait about two hours. That sounded ok to me. I sent Tore home so he could shower and wake up since I woke him up with the demand calling a taxi and he was back after 2½ hours. Still not called in.
3 hours passed. 4 hours. Tore was angry and went in and asked what they were doing. Came back with nothin. 5 hours passed. He went in again and they said that he patients that were more urgent, on my journal it said "the dizzy girl". No wonder I have had to wait! Tore came back, and when almost 6 hours had passed, I finally managed to send him home. I mean, it was his off day. Tore wasn't too happy with this, but I told him that there were no point for him staying here.
He left and after 20 min, they called me in. Finally! I thought. Silly me. A nurse sat me in a room, took my blood pressure and said that the doctor would come by anytime soon. 30 min passed. Another nurse came in and wanted to take my blood pressure. I told her that someone else had already done that, "I can't see it here" she said and took it again. Then she left. About 1 hour later a doctor finally shows up.
I tell her my symptoms and she does the usual tests, pointing at the nose, walking, seeing, feeling etc. Asked me millions of questions and then said.. "Hmm, I don't know what's wrong with you"...and walks off.
I felt sooo much more comfortable with that...
I heard her discuss with other doctors in a room nearby, and she came back a few min later. Hmm, we are gonna do some tests.
I have to sit and wait in another waiting room for 45 min before someone picks me up for my CT-scan. Done and back to the emergency department. I have to stand there waiting for another 15 min before they find me a "bed". i thought "great, i'll get a room". But what was I thinking? I got a kind of a stretcher, but a little more comfortable. In a corridor!! Together with about 8 others along the wall!!
And the nurse said I should be "lucky" since this was the "quiet" corridor! I was in chock. In the middle of that, a man came and asked me to sign for my insurance company so that I would not have to pay for my stay. That would be about 800 euro per night!!
800 euro for a stretcher in a corridor?!
I stayed at the hospital for nearly three days, doing tests but mostly just lying on my back or sitting on my ass, bored. Until my lovely boyfriend came buy with his homer slippers, some comfy clothes, toothbrush and ipod. The everything was a bit better.
But still, three days in the hospital, and all they found was nothing? They sent me home a few hours ago telling me everything was fine. I haven't had any symptoms during my stay, but it wouldn't surprise me if they came back tomorrow or something.
What I do know now do is: I'm gonna look up if the private hospital is better, faster and has a little bit better food at least and if not, I will fly home from now on.
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