The Girl provided an unplanned opportunity to make another emergency room (ER) run last week. All’s well, but the experience provided a dramatic contrast to another recent venture into a hospital ER in the middle of the night.
Somewhere around 4:30 am i was awakened by The Girl, standing in my bedroom saying “Mom, my heart is messed up…”. I don’t care how old your kid is, that’ll get ya moving… Her heart was racing, and she was experiencing palpitations. As was i at this point… Started around midnight, but settled down enough for her to go to sleep, but it had woken her up again. A visit to WebMD was enough to sufficiently terrify her, so there we were…
Having had a run of my own heart palpitations* a few years ago, i knew the drill. With heart issues, a visit to the ol’ Doc In a Box at the local Urgent Care facility would only get us shipped to the hospital. Quickly checking on-line, i found that the new suburban hospital, just about 8 miles from home, had an “Emergency Room and Trauma Center”.
ZZ, her boyfriend, joined us for our adventure in after-hours emergency medical care. Arriving, there were barely any cars in the parking lot – wasn’t even sure they were open. The waiting area, complete with modern Scandinavian furniture and a salt water aquarium, looked more like the lobby of a four-star hotel — the atrium was at least three stories tall!
Oh, and there was absolutely no one else in the waiting room. At 5:00 am.
The Girl was processed in, and we were whisked back to a treatment room. Mentioning the level of ‘quiet’ to the triage nurse, she said “oh, you should have been here earlier… it was hopping!” The nurses quickly got her wired up for an EKG while ZZ and i waited outside the room. We made silly small talk to pass the time while waiting for the doctor. Politics, life, trailer parks and the universe to pass the time.
The doctor arrived shortly. And i mean “shortly”. She was about 5 feet tall, and a rather masculine 50-something woman, spiked gray hair, no make up… What’s the word i’m looking for here? Stereotypical Dyke? No-nonsense. She was very friendly, very nice… and after going over the results of the EKG, ruled out anything really scary, suggesting that it might have been an anxiety attack. Offered some Xanax (to The Girl only, damn it…), and after patting The Girl affectionately on the arm, left to take care of the meds…
daisyfae: Well, that’s a relief. Nothing serious! Oh, and i think the doc liked you a bunch…
The Girl: What?
ZZ: Oh, yeah. She was totally giving me the stink-eye….
We were back home by 6:30 am, and The Girl hasn’t had any further issues. Other than watching an older woman make hairy-eyeballs at my daughter, nothing painful or traumatic. I’m thinking this would make a fairly shitty TV series… Not nearly as much fun as “Appalachian Emergency Room”.
* Premature Ventricular Contractions, PVCs, which were cleared up by about 3 months on beta blockers. Cause? Working for a Knuckle-Dragging Caveman, KDCM.