Anyway, as anyone who has gone to the hospital knows, the triage nurse takes you in and asks you a bunch of questions. Then they put you in a curtained off partition where are regular nurse re-asks you the same questions. Then you sit around in a flimsy gown, shivering from the cold draft going up your back from the part in the gown, before the doc FINALLY comes in and asks the SAME questions the previous 2 nurses have asked. I always have to wonder...why don't they just look at the chart that the first nurse made?
If you've ever had a migraine, and I know many of you have, you understand that thinking is not a strong point. I'm actually not sure you actually do think. Pain has a way of chasing away all your thoughts. So for just this reason I have a card in my wallet that has a national registry access code on it so the hospital can look up ALL my information and medical history.
I handed this to the first nurse, but apparently I live to far in Bum-fuck cause he didn't really know what to do with it other than look at the little bit of info on it that I had given the 1st nurse a few moments earlier. I even explained to him what to do with it, but...nothing. WOW! Sure glad I have that card. Now I'm scared of what will happen if I'm ever unresponsive.
So the doc comes in and starts asking all kinds of questions. He's asking about how much I smoke, drink, exercise, etc. Then he asks these questions (no joke):
Doc: Are you working?
Me: No, not yet
Doc: Do you have any special skills?
Me: Excuse me?
Doc: What kind of special skills do you have that will help you get a job?
Me: How is that relevant to my current pain?
Doc: I'm trying to get a social background. So what sort of work are you looking for?
So I'm asking this...what does something I might do in the future have anything to do with the pain I am currently going through? And how is any future employment considered part of my BACKground?
I could understand asking about a current or past work history. Maybe I've been exposed to something, but future work? Huh? For a minute there, I thought maybe the doc was gonna give me a job. (After talking to DJ, who took me, he confirmed that he was thinking the same things.)
So on our way TO the hospital a bumble-bee (which I'm allergic to), that was roughly the size of a small pony, flew in the window. Since we were on our way to the hospital, I decided to just "GET THERE" and if I got stung, well, we were going to the right place. Anyway, this bee now lives in my car and I have named it Sally. (This really has nothing to do with the rest of this post, but it just popped into my head and I thought I would share and end this on a happy note. Oh, and I didn't get stung. See there is a happy ending!)