I was reminded yesterday that not only doctors, but hospital personnel
practice medicine. And some need more practice than others. I was out riding,
it was a beautiful, cool morning, when I got stung, again, for the third time in
four weeks, and about the 20th time in five years. No one can explain to me
why, but bees love to sting me, the last two in the face, this on the back of my
neck. So off to Palomar I go, reluctantly, because I know of the questionable
care they give, we usually drive 20 minutes to another hospital if needed, but I
was very close, so in I went. Now I am allergic to bee stings, and have almost
died from them before, one visit spending time in the ER cardiac ICU, not my
favorite place. So in I go....and I wish I hadn’t.
It was slow, only one person in front of me, I went directly to a male
nurse, told him my condition, and he waved me through to the receptionist. Who
signed me up, then told me to have a seat. He obviously didn’t think I was
serious, he explained the chest pains of true anaphalaxia, and so I sat. No
blood pressure, no vitals taken, I sat. After 20 minutes I finally went to him,
my hands were starting to itch, I also told him I had a plastic aorta and look
at my history, he went to get someone in triage, after checking my lungs. Who
five minutes later took me in. Neither one looked at the sting, or looked to
see if the stinger was still in. By now over 30 minutes had passed since I was
stung, no treatment offered or rendered. I asked multiple times for a Benadryl,
he finally went to see if he could fine one, returning almost 10 minutes later,
unable to locate one. BP was 133/87, high for me, nothing mentioned, or treated
still. He kept looking at my arms, they are bruised, I bruise easily from a
puppy playing and from a hail storm I was in in June,which left my left arm
black and blue. Add the scars from pre-cancerous skin tags being removed, my
arms looked like a junkie. And then it dawned on me, they were blowing me off,
as a junkie, and had no intention of dealing with me. I was never offered to
see a doctor, nor did I ever see one! But when I left he insisted I sign a
sheet saying I left on my own, which I read later,it stated, they offered to
have a physician see me. No they didn’t! I wasn’t even triaged properly! From
the meds I am on, I can get sleepy, I told him to check the records, and I
needed to eat, or I get faint. No treatment, no food offered, I told him I was
going home and getting a Benadryl, eat, and if the problem got worse, I will
call 911 as I had before, they take things more seriously. Last time I had an
IV and meds from them before I reached the hospital, all of three miles away!
After the Benadryl and meal, I laid down, my neck hurt from the sting, it had
swelled, my eyes were glassy, so I slept. I did what they should have done, and
they are supposed to be trained. What if like one time my tongue swelled and
couldn’t swallow? Or breathe? Or if my eyes swelled shut again while riding
home? The only thing I was offered was to stay a half hour to see if it
changed, no way, and by the way, per doctor’s orders I am to stay out of
hospitals because I am ripe for infection. Both nurses never listened....Never
go to the hospital alone! Take an advocate if you can, and avoid Palomar!
We need an advocate for our sin, and God sent his only son Jesus to make
the way. While many are looking for God or the way, Jesus is the way, and his
spirit understands exactly what it takes to see you saved. He is personal,
comforting, and a friend, shows you the way, and leaves the decision up to you.
He stands in for you, and pleads your case, for when judgment day comes, we will
need that advocate, for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. But
on that day, Jesus will stand in for us, for we belong to him, and we will hear
“enter in my good and faithful servant,” all others go to hell. They neglected
to take the advice of the spirit, rejected Jesus, and stand alone, and will be
forever alone in torment. Sadly knowing why without an explanation, their knew
bowed confessing Jesus as Lord, but having none of the benefits. They rejected
him on earth, he will not represent them in heaven, they will never get there.
And it doesn’t have to be that way.
When leaving the hospital I complained and a Lead Nurse talked with me,
admitting they had screwed up, their fault,and offered assistance. His bedside
manners were caring, but a poor substitute for the right diagnosis. So often
well meaning people come in after someone else has created a problem, he and I
should never had to meet under the circumstances, if only they had done their
job. After a rough night of sleep, the side effects are different each time, I
still hurt today, but am alive and doing well enough to ride and be stung
again. Why, I don’t know, but I know that although doctors practice medicine, I
have an advocate who knows what is best for me and cares. From the start, who
listens and diagnoses the problem, not just treating the symptoms. Not all who
practice medicine lack, sadly I met two at once, I hope you never have to. But
God got me through, sometimes it is better to go the extra mile to Pomerado than
to go to Palomar. Jesus goes the extra mile for us, and he is a place of
healing. I only wish Palomar was.....
love with compassion,
Mike
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