Sunday, August 7, 2011 8:26 AM, CDT
Hearing that the ambulance had arrived was the best news I'd ever heard. My pain was still outrageous but now I was able to lie down onto my back rather than thrash about trying to move away from the pain. The first EMS guy to arrive in the room was not impressed. Then it dawned on me...we are here at the Crack Pipe Hotel and there's no telling what he's seen here. Do I tell him I'm a nurse and not a hooker? He's taking his sweet time, asks a few questions and really does NOTHING at all. Then an older guy comes to my side and puts some O2 on me! Thank you! Unimpressed boy is still asking questions and yes, I saw him roll his eyes when I rated my pain a "10." But it was a "10" I promise.
Finally I say I'm a nurse, please, put me on the monitor, so I can see my rhythm. Still not impressed boy starts an IV and tells me everything is OK. How does he know? Please put me on the monitor! Finally the older guy starts attaching the leads and then I see unimpressed boy moving his hand toward my face, oh wow, he has nitro spray but he doesn't say open your mouth or raise your tongue, he just suddenly sprays and it's on my teeth and lips and some on my face but I quickly licked it off like it was cotton candy, I wanted every drop of it! By now I was on the monitor and everyone concurred it was a perfectly normal rhythm. "Nothing wrong there" unimpressed boy said and told me to hop over on to their stretcher. Hop? Oh my gosh, I am going to die. But somehow I got over there and I did not see his smirky face again. Please someone get me to a hospital!
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