The one thing I really didn’t need this week was to be in a car accident.
There I was driving along minding my own business when I noticed the traffic behind me wasn’t coming to a stop after traffic in front of me had already done so.
It was cold outside, but it wasn’t icy. There was no excuse for them not to slow down. I managed to turn my wheel to the left to try to get out of the lane before I got hit but, it didn’t happen. I got hit and then he got hit, and then she got hit and there were five cars in the pile up… and every time the car that hit me got hit, I got hit again…
The ambulance, fire department, and police department showed up on the scene and I allowed them to put me in a neck brace because my back and neck felt out of whack. I could feel pain in my ankles, my wrist, my elbow, and my shoulder as well.
But alas, as the medical crew removed me from my vehicle to place me on the gurney they moaned, whined, and complained and I could feel them exchanging looks and sneering about how much I weighed…
They put that awful brace around my neck to stabilize it but whoever designed it didn’t realize that you probably shouldn’t put metal pieces along the part that rubs against your chin…
So there I lay on a gurney out in the middle of the cold weather with metal pieces rubbing against my chin barely able to breathe, while so-called professionals are whining and complaining about having to lift me.
I’m shaking from head to toe, partly from the shock but also from the cold. At this point I’ve already had a good cry while sitting in my car, because it’s the nicest car I’ve ever bought for myself with all the bells and whistles. I’m imagining my financial situation preventing me from getting a rental car or from replacing the car if it’s totaled. I’m thinking about being almost a hundred days late on my car payment and how easy it’s going to be for the finance company to just repossess it right from the auto wreck lot. I’m imagining that the garage door opener stored in the overhead compartment, my keys which were sitting on the passenger’s seat, and my lunch which had been neatly packed in a temperature-controlled lunch box, and all the other things of convenience that I keep in my car, might never be seen again.
I’m also thinking about the car in front of me which I managed not to hit, where ironically sat my student.. both of us were headed for our 10 o’clock class.
The pain was radiating from my wrist and I could barely hold a thing. And all I could think about was the pain and trouble caused by such a careless accident.
Once we got into the emergency room, finally, I had to endure yet more people having to lift me and roll me from side to side with sheets and boards and other contraptions, both in radiology and in the emergency room… I got so tired of listening to their grunts and complaints. I was hungry and I haven’t taken my medication for the morning yet as I plan to do it at my desk as I normally do before I go to class. And to be honest I had to pee something awful! Although I mentioned it to the nurses 3 times, no one took me seriously until I finally said it had to be done. One nurse suggested that I wait until the radiology had finished and then they could take my neck brace off and I could go to the restroom on my own. This kind of made me feel like she didn’t want to do her job as a nurse… yet another slap in the face a — rejection of my body? When the doctor came in and started doing a physical exam by pushing down on my abdomen, I warned him that it would result in a bed full of pee. No response. By the third time I was much more adamant that I really had to go. My foot was shaking and I wasn’t clear how this was going to happen. Finally nurse ratchet went and got a bedpan. it seems like I peed for hours but when I finally finished she looked at it and said wow you really did have to go, and she proceeded to walk out of the room with my pee in her hand and I could hear someone that she almost bumped into in the doorway also making a comment about how much pee was in that pan… I felt like yelling out, “Hey quit looking at and talking about my pee!” I’m beginning to understand from that experience what it’s going to be like to be incapacitated and be serviced by nursing personnel… I had better get my legal paperwork together to be very clear how I wish to be treated and what I want done.
But the insult to end all insults came when we finally checked out and I looked at the check out paperwork. It said I was treated for neck pain, back pain, and … obesity! The doctor had the nerve to list obesity as something else I had been treated for, but I hadn’t been treated for that, I had only been treated badly because of it.
I was never weighed. I was never measured. How in the world can he make such an assessment about my physical appearance? Just on spec? And if he was so concerned about my physical appearance, why didn’t he say anything about it to my face? Why did he simply write it on a piece of paper and then give it to a nurse with instructions to pass it to me, so he wouldn’t have to face me? Coward and quack.
Shouldn’t I hold his feet to the fire? Since I didn’t receive any kind of treatment or consultation about obesity why should my insurance be billed for such?
Isn’t it bad enough that I could barely walk out of there without pain? In fact I didn’t walk out of there without pain!!! I missed work all week long during the first week of the semester when I’m supposed to be getting to know my students and laying the foundation for everything they’re supposed to learn for the rest of the semester! It was a major interruption of my life and I’m insulted and angry and still hurt about my car. I’m worried about the additional expense that my family is going to have to incur and about the lawyers that I’m now going to have to hire in order to have all these medical bills covered! X-rays and full body cat scans? That’s going to be a good ten thousand dollars!
why can’t medical professionals be accountable for their actions? now on top of everything else I need to write a letter to the CEO of the hospital and I need to call the building department and make sure that they have not coded this thing wrong.
And I can barely use my right hand… remember, chronic pain syndrome?
Seems like this week it’s chronic pain in the ass syndrome!