If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I spent most of the afternoon, and all of the evening on Tuesday, April 29th at the hospital's emergency room (ER), here in Windsor.
Since I had been given a 10:30 a.m. appointment on Wednesday, April 30th, to have an Ultrasound test done, my daughter P picked me up once again, and dropped me off at the hospital.
It was a good thing P had dropped me off and not waited. You see, after the test was done, I was told I had to return to the ER to see a physician.
Just as I had done the day before, I let both the triage nurse and the registration nurse know about my physical limitation regarding being seated in an upright position, in a chair.
Did it matter? Obviously, not.
By the time I was called in to see a physician in ER, I had waited more than four and a half (4 1/2) hours!
Yes, I spent the time, slouched down to relieve some pressure from my abdomen. Did it help? Not much. Especially, since my abdomen, neck, shoulders, tail bone, etc. were in agony.
Was I angry? Yes, and no.
Was I hurt? Definitely. Both physically, and emotionally.
Even so, I thought more about the book of Romans. With Romans 12:3, coming to mind, "For I say, through the grace given unto me, to every man that is among you, not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think; but to think soberly, according as God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith."
You may wonder why this verse was important to me.
It's certainly not because I think a lot of myself. Even if I was treated badly and allowed to suffer greatly during the extended time of waiting to see the physician.
It's because I realized in my heart, that I mean nothing to most people.
Certainly not to anyone at the hospital's ER. For, if anyone working there truly cared, they would not have allowed me to wait so long, that my pain would become excruciating.
But, I mean everything to God, who told us in that verse, to think soberly... for He had given each one of us a measure of faith. Faith, that I had, and would rely upon, to get me through that day.
Talk about being emotionally tested! After all, I waited for an extended amount of time, considering I would only see an ER physician for a few minutes.
I must admit, it was a great handful of minutes that I spent with the ER physician.
He was a very thoughtful person. So much so, that he apologized for me having had to wait such an extended period of time to see him.
After discussing my recent surgery, he told me the results of my Ultrasound test. And, he let me know that they would know for sure whether it was a Hematoma I had or a Seroma, once the CT scan was done.
Apparently, it was not what the walk-in clinic doctor had determined it was. It was not a hernia!
Once again, I praised God! Even aloud!
The ER physician let me know that I may/may not require more surgery. Or, possibly may have to have drainage done.
At the very least, he told me to take vitamins.
A smile came across my face, when I heard this. I let him and the nurse with us, know that I already take good quality vitamins, that used to have a Canadian Drug Identification Number (DIN) and were previously listed in the Physician's Desk Reference Guide, when the manufacturer used to apply annually to the Canadian government for verification. He was surprised when I said this and let me know he had never heard of them.
Due to me waiting for hours that day, the ER physician told me to not come into the ER immediately after having the CT scan done the following day, Thursday. He felt I would wait too long. Instead, he suggested I come in on Friday.
It did my heart good to hear a caring remark from this doctor. I praised God for him!
Until next time...
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