Calling 911 and the Horror That Followed
Friday, June 02, 2017
I will start out by telling you that this is a VERY LENGTHY blog, and I ask you to please talk with God about how you should read or not read this account that happened on June 2, 2017.
I was having an allergic reaction to a medication that was given to me by the VA and they told me to call 911 immediately, which I did. The 911 operator stayed on the line with me, until whoever got there first, and she verified with them that they were indeed there. They asked me what was happening, and I tried to get out of my mouth words, but none came, as I could barely breathe, my vision so blurred, I was experiencing nausea, from the dizziness and lightheadedness, and I was having tremors so bad, that they thought I was having a seizure. They put an oxygen mask on me, and about that time the EMTs showed up and were getting the scoop before they put me in the ambulance.
Once inside the ambulance, the male EMT started shouting at me to lay still so he could treat me. I was shocked and he screamed at me telling me to stop the shaking. He told me that the medicine that I had taken is no longer in my system since the last pill I had was at 8 pm the previous evening. In my head asking God to forgive me for what I am thinking, and then through little stutters, since I was still trying to breathe correctly, I told him that if he knew a way for me to stop this shaking to please let me know and I would. He then manhandled me, when he took my shoulders in his hands and pushed all his weight down on me, trying to stop me from moving. The only thing it did, was stop part of the shaking because of the weight that was on my shoulders. They were still shaking, but not as bad, but the rest of me was still going ninety miles an hour. He told me that the fire department said that I didn't start shaking until they got there, and in my head, I am thinking, that this has been happening on and off during the morning. But I couldn't get the words out of my mouth because they still had not regulated my breathing and I want to just throw up.
The ambulance finally started to move and the female EMT was driving and the male said not to run the siren, as there was nothing wrong with me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I asked God to keep me and I asked God to have mercy on this man. He then said that he was starting an IV and he took my arm. I asked him, in a hushed tone, as I was not able to speak loud, to please do not put the IV in the crook of my arm, and he said that's exactly where it is going because I have to draw blood on you. I was horrified, and he saw the look on my face, and he didn't care. He did the IV line and drew six tubes of blood that the hospital didn't do anything with. Five hours later the blood and a urine specimen were still laying on the counter where they had been the entire time I was there.
The doctor came in and asked me what was going on, and I pointed to the medicine bottle and told him I was having allergic reactions to the medicine. He asked me to tell him exactly what I was feeling. I could talk a bit better at this time, but still not full throttle. So, I told him everything. Even the fact that when I was reading the list of allergic reactions I also ready that if you have a kidney or liver disease, NOT TO TAKE this medication. I couldn't fault the doctor that gave me the meds, because she was not able to see those part of my records, and I didn't know any better, and the only thing she told me was that she looked at the allergies that I already had and she said I should be able to take this medicine. Then I asked her if it would interfere with the medications I am taking now and she reviewed them and they told me that I was okay in that aspect too.
The ER doctor immediately had the nurse put three different syringes into my IV line. She told me what they were and what they would do, as I asked her. In short, the combination of what was going into me would stop the allergic reactions that I was having.
At one point I felt better, but I no sooner spoke than something else was happening that had not happened before and I called for the nurse and she called the doctor. Now I had already been there almost the five hours and I had been symptom-free about that same time. When the doctor came in he asked what was happening and I told him and he told me that I was having another allergic reaction and that he was afraid that this would happen. He said that he would be giving me two prescriptions to be filled and explained that if I did not have them filled, that during the next 72-hours I may have other allergic reactions and end up back in the ER and he wanted to prevent that from happening. I told him that I understood. He then gave the orders for my discharge and I thanked him.
The nurse came in a few minutes later, talking about my discharge and she started gloving up to remove my IV and I let her know that the gloves that she should be using were sitting on the counter across the room from her. She said that they were extra-large gloves and too big for her and that she preferred to use what she had put on. I explained to her that I am allergic to those gloves. She started to get an attitude and told me that they were not latex gloves. I let her know that I understood but they are nitrile gloves and I am allergic to nitrile and if she wanted to see my throat close up real fast, she could use them. She put on the other gloves, but she didn't like it one bit. She came and started pulling the tape off of my arm to release the IV and I was shouting, "OUCH!" every time she pulled and her response was that this is good tape and I replied that there is such a thing as alcohol that will prevent her from hurting me. She got the IV out and put the gauze on my army and started taping it down, when I grabbed the gauze, being careful not to touch the sticky side of the tape and she looked at me, and I told her that am allergic to the tape that she is using. She just said, "Fine hold it yourself!" and left the room.
When she came back to have me sign the paperwork, she told me I could leave and I let her know that I was waiting for my ride. She told me to go into the waiting room and way so they could have the room and she left. I lay there on the bed shocked and dumbfounded. I lay there for five minutes but she didn't come back, so I rang my buzzer and when they asked what I wanted, I let them know that the nurse told me to wait in the waiting room for my ride because they need the room. I let the young lady on the other end of my call that I would be delighted to do that, but I was unable to walk. The next thing I know the nurse comes back in and she asks me what is the problem. It told her I would be more than happy to wait in the waiting room, but I am unable to walk. She turned around and said that she would get a wheelchair, and flipped her hair at me as she cocked her head to the side.
I had been praying on and off while I was in the for GOD not to leave me in this facility, because of what had happened to me last month, as an inpatient. I also asked God to have mercy on all who were supposed to treat with compassion and understand and had none. I asked God to teach them how they should be dealing with all patients as a human being and with love. I asked for God's forgiveness for the anger I was feeling because of incompetent people who did not want to take the time to read my records, which would have told them the entire story and then they would not believe me and gave me the look of, "I have the degree, who are you to tell me what is wrong?" I SCREAMED, inside my head, "God FORGIVE them and FORGIVE me!" I was so angry and upset.
When I got to the waiting room, I asked if they could please call the prescriptions in ahead of time so that I wouldn't have to wait and they said that they don't do that anymore. They just give us the prescription and we take it to the pharmacy. I got hot under the collar yet again, and I asked God, "What is going on?" My nurse from the house came and picked me up and she said that it would be better if she just went inside to the scripts for me, and I didn't know that you could do that, but she did and she had to wait 45 minutes, while I was out in the sweltering heat in the car.
When she finally came out and go in the car, she put her seat belt on but I was slow in getting mine on because I was not able to fasten it. She put the car in reverse and we were moving and I ask her if she would please stop the car, as my seatbelt isn't fastened yet. She said it was okay that we were not on the road yet, and I told her that it was not okay, as my car doesn't move until all seatbelts are fastened including the back seat, because of the accident I in, that's just the rule of my car. She then looked at me with disgust and said my name and told me that okay now I've stopped and when I had my belt fastened, I told her I was ready and she just rolled her eyes at me and mumbled something under her breath.
Then I had a phone call come in over the speakers in my car and she was saying it was too loud and then she stopped the car for a second but then started again, trying to plug one ear and drive. When my caller hung up, as she was calling to pray for me, my nurse started going one way, and in my head, I am asking that why question, but I didn't say anything. When she realized it wasn't the direction she wanted to take, but she couldn't move because of the traffic in front and in back of us, she voiced that out loud and I told her that I was wondering why she was going this way, but I told myself that she's driving, so she will go the way she wants to go. She then told me it was because my phone call was too loud and she couldn't think and she became disoriented. I let her know that if it is not that loud that I am not able to hear it. She already knows of my hearing deficit, so I didn't mention that.
Finally, we’re home and my nurse asks me to sign her log, so when payday rolls around in two weeks, she can get paid. She handed the logbook to me, and I put in my initials and handed it back to her. A few minutes later, she let me know that I needed to sign the bottom of her time sheet, too. When I saw my initials, I could barely read them, so I asked her if I could sign it another day, when I writing more clearly, and I handed it back. I told her that I know how meticulous she is about her time sheets looking proper. Then she came back and said that it was her work on the time sheets that she wanted to be meticulous about and my signature didn’t matter and she asked me to sign the time sheet, again. I then told her, as you are meticulous about yours, I am about mine also and I would rather wait until I am clearer headed, before I sign your time sheet. She didn’t like what I said and she rolled her eyes and tossed her head, as she put her notebook in her case. I took that chance to let her know that I was sorry if I upset her about stopping the vehicle until I got my seatbelt fastened, but I don’t and nor does anyone else ride in my vehicle without the seat belts fastened. She left that day with a chip on her shoulder and an attitude. I asked God to forgive me and to forgive her too.
All I can say is that there was so much warfare in the Spiritual Realm, and it just seemed to be coming against me something FIERCE!
God, thank You, for bringing me out of this situation and getting me home safely. Enable me to get the rest that I require, as I do rest in You and You alone. To God be the Glory forever and ever! In the Mighty and Matchless Name of Jesus Christ, who gave me right standing with my Father in Heaven! Amen.
Thank you for taking the time to read my blog.
- Nancy Jean -