November 1st, 2007
|11:50 pm - Here we go again|
Sigh. Ericka went off to the doctor today. She went in her own power wheelchair, which is a step up from the bariatric ambulance transport. She was just supposed to get her flu shot and have some of her medication prescriptions updated.
Well, after a typical wait, the doctor took one look at her and said, "You're going to the hospital." She'd been light-headed, apparently lost consciousness a couple of times and was overall not breathing at all well.
The Health East bariatric ambulance was deployed too far away to transport her so they called regular 911. Ericka says that the bozos they sent were the first EMT-type folks she's ever had anything other than a pleasant experience with. She got transported safely, though with a few bumps and scrapes she shouldn't have.
The good news is that she does not appear to have injured or re-injured anything in her adventures today. So nothing muscle or joint related is going to slow her recovery. Also, since she's in the hospital, any specialists her doctor would like her to see will come to her rather than us having to figure out transportation yet again.
So Ericka is stuck in the hospital for a few days (at least until Monday, maybe longer). She wanted me to pass along that she would very much like visitors and/or calls. She is at St. John's Hospital in Maplewood in room 417 (if I remember the number correctly). I can get more definite information tomorrow when I head back to see her. For now, I think I'm going to catch a few Zs.
Current Mood: tired
Fingers crossed for a smooth and speedy hospital stay for Ericka, and for both of you to rest and take it as easy as you possibly can over the weekend.
Icky. Some people shouldn't be EMT/Paramedics. I'm sorry she had that experience. We all hope for a speedy and well timed released!
|Date:||November 2nd, 2007 06:14 pm (UTC)|| |
Bad EMTs are just wrong. Sorry to hear she's landed in the hospital, but hope that it ends up making things easier and that they get things figured out sooner, etc.
Give her my best.
My wonder is why the doctor didn't wait for the better ambulance service. I guess when the doc says you need the hospital, it is better to get there a little rumpled sooner than a lot sicker later.
David would like to add that he's sorry we can't visit and he's thinking about you two.
Stoopid moving to Chicago.
Hope you got some rest. *hugs*