The Emergency Room

Now I have never been one to like doctors, hospitals and least of all emergency rooms as is the case with most people.  For me, it always takes too long and requires dealing with a lot of people with too little time on their hands to care about you and talk to you as if you are a first grader.  Add into the mix that you are not completely of your right mind and it is a scary proposition.  In my mind there is no good night to go to the emergency room especially on the weekends, but here I was.

My original hope was that the ER would find something wrong, give me a shot and send me home.  No such luck and I am sure my heart sunk to learn that I was being admitted. I am not too proud to say that in some regards, I am probably not the easiest patient in the world do to deal with.  Though I am generally polite and treat others with respect, I am very inquisitive and want to know all the answers, all the i's dotted and t's crossed.  It is just who I am, learned behavior from my past.

Of course there are first the 'thousands' of questions about your past which I would be reluctant to share with a fried in many instances since I am a fairly private person.  Take into account my condition at the moment and my brain isn't firing on all cylinders and the memory is clouded.  It is difficult at best to disclose you lifetime medical history, especially to strangers.

It is very important to have a strong support network, with people who care about you for many reasons.  In the initial phase there are dozens of procedures, medications and other decisions to be made which can affect a person's life for all time.  Trying to consider and decide on all on these things is not always easy even when of total and complete mind, little alone when you are not all there.  It is a scary proposition to learn that some of the treatment and tests being talked about are not even of the norm for diagnosis.  In this instance I am referring to a brain biopsy but more about that later.