I had to take The Boss to the Emergency Room yesterday. She was having some severe lower abdominal pain while at work, so I rushed over to pick her up and bring her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed the pain as just unusually strong cramping associated with her being on The Rag, and to make a long story short, he cut her a prescription for Vicodin and told her to follow up with her OB/GYN. Obviously, with the Vicodin, she is feeling fine now.
We were there for almost five and a half hours by the time we finally got her discharge papers. The Boss plans on writing a post about the experience itself and the amazing ignorance displayed by the staff in the ER, doctors included, so I'm not going to write about that here. Instead, I'm going to talk about the exam room they placed us in, and the things I stole from it.
After an hour and a half in the waiting room after being triaged, a nurse finally came and brought The Boss to an exam room. It was at the end of the hallway near where the ambulances pull up and wheel in patients on stretchers. The room looked more like a large storage closet than an exam room. Upon further examination, I found this sign just to the side of the door:
Great. They didn't put us into an exam room. They put us into an overflow room normally used for the little kids who shove things up their nose, or those who otherwise have problems with their (you guessed it) eyes, ears, nose, or throat.
Awesome. A quick look around the room offered up some interesting pieces of equipment:
There also was a couple of things you wouldn't normally expect to see in an ER exam room, like these things:
Okay, so the Infectious Waste bin isn't that out of place, but they aren't normally in the exam room itself. In the hospitals I've been in, they are often outside the room in the hallways.
Here are a couple other views of the room:
There was also this creepy picture that described, in detail, the common afflictions of the middle ear. Check out the Damien-esque child on the upper right corner:
As I mentioned earlier, The Boss and I were in the ER for five and a half hours. Out of the entire time we were there, we were in contact with either a nurse or a doctor for about 30 minutes. That left a span of five hours where we were just sitting around waiting... and waiting. As time passed, I got curious as to what was in the cabinets with the intriguing labels. Curiosity eventually got the better of me, so I dug around in them.
I didn't get a chance to take pictures of the bayonet forceps or the nasal suction tips, as each time I tried to someone would walk by the door. I did, however, start to fill my pockets with some of the things I found. The longer we waited for someone to come by the room and talk to us, the more items I took. By the end of our stay, I had amassed a small bounty of things:
And the crown jewel:
(Culture swabs, Q-Tips, Tongue Depressors, Nasal Clips, Tissues, Medical Tape, and a Suture Removal Kit)
Between the twenty pills of Vicodin that The Boss got, and all the First Aid supplies that I managed to swipe, I think we made out pretty good.
For five hours in the ER for severe pain and NOT ONE OFFER for even Tylenol to make her more comfortable, that seems to me like a pretty fair trade, right?