ER Drama

I do not like having to go to the emergency room at the hospital and I especially do not like having to wait seven hours to see a doctor. The apparatus the hospital installed at my last surgery seemed to be giving me a problem. I didn't know if it was broken, clogged or causing a clot. I took my, well my husband took my scared self to the emergency room. Two hours passed before being seen by ancilliary nurses and technicians, two hours passed before being placed in an exam room and three hours passed before I announced boisterously that I had had it and was leaving. The ER manager tried to calm me and tell me to not leave. Nope you want me to wait another 15 minutes for the doctor who entered my side of the room, crossed over to see the adjoining patient, listen to her exam him and tell him he had hemroids, talk to him for 15 minutes leave back through my side of the room without even acknowledging me. I DON'T THINK SO! It's time to make a change, I will be firing all of the physicians for which I am a patient at this hospital; 1) because your customer service stinks 2) because you dared to tell me that there were more serious cases that warranted me being pushed back in the cue 3) because seven hours is too long to wait for anyone 4) because your customer service stinks

My blood pressure was already up and riding home in the wee hours of the morning I had to recall the blog I posted just the day before on "When Women Pray". I knew after that post that I would be attacked. But nevertheless, my purpose for a long time has been to pray for the household of faith. I reminded myself that blog was a reminder that we should pray one for another and not be so caught up in our own stuff. But Lord, seven hours! No matter how I tried to get myself to think about someone else after seven hours it was all about me again and what I needed for my health and safety. Normally I am the calmest one that anyone knows, but when it comes to my health I am a tiger. And I literally had to tell the ER Manager that I was fighting for my life and that they needed to get right or get left. When the regular survey arrives in the mail, I will take great care in letting you know of my great displeasure. For now I have to find another doctor!