I totally hate going to the Emergency Dept over small matters like diarrhea and nausea.
I hate explaining to the guy manning the outside counter "why a healthy looking (chubby too) woman here at the ED?"
I hate being look at like there's a tag on my forehead "h.y.p.o.c.h.o.n.d.r.i.a.c".
Considering my next blood test will only be in first week of Oct,
My appointment to see the doctor will be mid-Oct,
Also, next week is a loooong weekend (again! Yipppee) ... with the RAYA celebrations.
Their NEPHRO Dept did ask me to approach ER if symptoms persist.
It has been over 3-weeks.
I am alive and pooping in my pants is no laughing matter. Dammit!
GOOD NEWS though ...
My full blood count and liver tests came back OKAY.
Well, not-that-OKAY, but I've always been "borderline" this and that.
So, in my case - I am OKAY.
I've even forgotten that I've always been borderline anemic - but hey my hemoglobin counts rocks this time.
My Potassium was at "borderline" low .. so I've been given this really cool drink.
Hmmmm .. okay, maybe not so "cool".
We were at the hospital for more than 3 hours, got home at about 3.30am.
Well, it was a busy night at ER - there were so many accident cases, one elderly guy who was bashed up by some hooligans and not forgetting - one "h.y.p.o.c.h.o.n.d.r.i.a.c".
THIS MORNING, I saw a "missed call" from the hospital at 4.40am.
I have NO ID what they want.
I can't return call because I have NO ID who called me?
NOW, I'm going to have this NAGGING feeling of what the call was all about.
They didn't left a voicemail, so should be safe to assume it wasn't urgent?