Yesterday, getting up on a moving bus. Yes, dumb idea. But most drivers in this city won't stop even at your stop. So I get up, wham. Lose my footing and down, smashing my left arm and my butt (thank the gods it has cushion or that would have hurt!) and then I went to get up, and WHAM, down again. This time smashing my right arm, my back on the stairs, and my right leg.
During the day things stared hurting BAD. My right leg swelled up bad, and it felt like a brick. I gashed a new tattoo when I fell, but managed to get it to stop bleeding.
I promised a friend I would get everything looked at, as I felt like a Mac truck had hit me. I could barely bare weight on the leg. It was not a good day.
So the only choice I had at that time of the night, was the ER. Went in, and the nurse was kind of on the side of "did this really happen?" .. As me, AS everyone knows, when I am in pain, I laugh. It's like a nervous laugh. But to a medical professional they think you're full of shit. EVEN though it's on my file, LOOK.
I sit in the waiting room for 2 and a half hours. They take my vitals, and this nurse actually acted like she believed me. What was going on with my leg was some of the time I would be able to bare weight on it, and some of the time it would hurt. So I think that added to their disbelief that a grown woman could fall on a bus.
3 hours later I am shuffled into a room. Left there for another 50 minutes (please don't think I am whining about the wait time, because I am not!) Doc finally comes in. Pokes around. Asks the usual questions "Do you have other issues" and that puts me into the "Oh I think she's just drug seeking category" EVEN though my leg was swollen and she SAW the bruise and the gash on my arm...
I was walked out, told to take Tylenol and Naproxen.
Like yes, the injury wasn't major, I didn't have bones protruding .. but when I am waiting for a cab, I see a guy who was behind me, he was in an out and had a script in his hand for something.
Like come on. When someone has a visable injury, check it.
This is what is wrong with our medical system. Someone has chronic pain, and they ASSume you're there for drugs. NO what I wanted was an x-ray to make sure I didn't fuck up my back or my leg. It wasn't even offered.
Sigh.
