Yesterday I was a patient at a local casualty. I had been rolling around with the worst abdominal pains ever, and eventually decided that I couldn’t wait for our GP to start his day. I thought I was dying.
Things I learned:
IV lines really hurt – I get really annoyed when people act like babies when I need to draw bloods from them, because I’ve had bloods drawn and it’s really just a small prick. But I thought it was the same for an IV – and it isn’t. Wow. It hurts all the way. So consider me humbled and sensitised. Oops.
Being tethered to lines sucks – I now have sympathy with difficult patients. I am not made for the sick-role. I like being able to move around at leisure. Once the pain started subsiding, I got really restless.
Blood results showed a bacterial gastroenteritis, which I probably picked up from one of the kiddies in the elective hospital. Cue antibiotics, yum. Now I’m off for a few days. Is it a sign that Paeds isn’t for me? I don’t know.
The IV-painkillers didn’t last, unfortunately, but I seem to be getting better little by little. Somebody, please take the sick-role AWAY!