They have a LuckyCharms suite for me at my local hospital.

[LuckyCharms]

Do you know what the LuckyCharms suite is?

It's when you go to the ER, and after waiting in the waiting room for 6 hours, they stick you in a little room for another 6 hours, and finally the doctor comes in for 25 seconds, then they decide to admit you, but there are no rooms available, so they stick you on a gurney in the hallway for 14 hours directly under a 1 million lumen fluorescent light while the man in the gurney next to you is projectile vomiting on the floor. Oh, and the gurney is right next to the mens room, so you can hear a new and different person taking a shit every 5 minutes.

[flying rabbit]

1. Well...

That sucks. Hope everything works out. Fuck.

[LuckyCharms]

2. Just talking about past experiences.

No worries right now. Thanks for your kind words.

[flying rabbit]

3. Good

now I can go back to my orange Voodoo doll.

[LuckyCharms]

4. LOL. Stick a pin into the crotch.

[flying rabbit]

5. Done!

[LuckyCharms]

6. I hope the result gets posted on a video!

[flying rabbit]

8. Fingers crossed.

:fingerscrossedemoji:

[hatrack]

7. Yeah, but the freedom! No soshullisszm n' stuff, just 'Murca!!!

[LuckyCharms]

9. We're miserable, stressed and sick and broke...

BUT WE'RE FREEEE

[Marie Marie]

10. Well, your friends at DU will bring you blank pieces of paper to sign

so that the world knows you are well enough to get some work done between the sounds of vomiting and flushes.

[LuckyCharms]

11. Do I have to? the flushes are very reassuring. Calming...

[Marie Marie]

14. Kind of like listening to a babbling brook - with aroma therapy built right in.

[KentuckyWoman]

12. Hahaha

Sounds like when got hit by a car in Atlanta and the first stop was Grady downtown. I was in and out of consciousness but remember stopping random people in hall saying " I have to pee "

Found out later they lost me for quite a few hours.

It is shameful .... but your account of similar made me laugh. Now that I think about it ... the comedy was strong on mine too.

Some lady out there in the hall ... whacked out on pain meds ... telling strangers .. I have to pee

[Hugin]

13. Hey they told me that was the Hugin suite, damnit!

Oh, wait... No, mine was a 6'x6' bed-less curtain separated exam room having about eight chairs crammed into it in the corner occupied by two families with toddlers coughing up some unidentified (pre-COVID) horribly contagious diseases, a young woman trying to splint a broken elbow & boyfriend, a guy who just stared at me with a head wound (I think he was dead), and me gushing blood, literally, from a gaping wound cutting through a vein & my terrified SO.

We arrived at 18:00 and didn't depart until early the next morning about 06:00-ish. Because, I was triaged to absolutely last as the bleeding had stopped spurting and was only a small stream running down my arm. The triage nurse and I had a minor disagreement about if the wound was beginning to clot due to my SO's death grip on my arm applying pressure or as I claimed, I had completely bled out.

Anyway, I assure you Mr/Mrs LuckyCharms we are receiving exactly the same level of care as the POTUS. Exactly. It makes no difference that I pay over $25,000.00/year in FIT and he only occasionally, when he feels like it, pays $750.

What? Are you trying to cause trouble?

[Hugin]

17. This reminds me, I needed a $300 popsicle to treat my dehydration I paid for, I'm still waiting on.

Absolutely equal treatment. Best in the world medical care.

[Cirque du So-What]

15. That's very much like my suite

When my ‘semi-private’ room was finally ready, my roommate was in agony three days after having gall bladder surgery. An orderly roughly the size of Rhode Island shoehorned himself into our space and demanded to know if my roomie had performed a bowel movement. My roomie indignantly replied that it was none of the orderly’s goddamn business and demanded something for his gastric distress. The orderly replied that it WAS his goddamn business and informed my roomie that he was leaving but he’d be back in 15 minutes with the biggest fucking enema bag you ever wanted to see.

My roomie shot me a furtive glance and I told him the smart money’s on taking a dump, no matter how much it makes your stitches hurt. The trip from hospital bed to bathroom took about five minutes. What followed was a symphony conducted by Beelzebub himself. 15-second farts followed by moans and groans and then splashes that sounded like dropping cantaloupes into the bowl from a height of four feet. The orderly seemed disappointed and dejectedly coiled up the hosebag before departing.

My roomie was discharged next day, but I wasn’t alone for long. A lad was wheeled in with a gunshot would to his arm obtained while engaging in nefarious activities down by the rail yard The kid woke me around 3 AM with a blood-curdling scream from nerve pain in his arm.

The kid was discharged next day, but I had an elderly gent for a roomie until it was my time to go. He gave me no trouble, but I had a close call with the fridge-sized orderly. I was expected to produce some amount of urine by some arbitrary point in time, but this hadn’t happened. Orderly gave me 15 minutes before he would return to catheterize me. At least I got a can of beer to help things along. I was never so happy to successfully take a leak.

So, yeah, the LuckyCharms suite is a miracle of modern medicine alright. The memories. Makes me wanna run down to the nearest ER and embark on another adventure!

[Silent3]

16. I was overnight in the hospital a few years ago because of my gall bladder...

I actually could have gone home, but for stupid test scheduling and insurance reasons, it worked out better for me to stay overnight.

It wasn't as bad as being stuck on a gurney in a hallway next to a restroom, but I had to share a room with a guy who had to have his dental work done at the hospital because he was on Warfarin (a blood thinner). He was bleeding profusely from his gums, and the entire sleepless night was spent listening to the loud, disgusting slurping/sucking sounds of him suctioning the blood out of his mouth.