Getting back into the swim of things
Saturday morning, I lounged around and took it easy. In the early afternoon, about 12 hours after I had come home, the bleeding started again, much worse than ever. My kitchen looked like a crime scene; there was blood everywhere. My daughter dialed 911 for me, and Son called Grandpa to tell him to come home right away. The kids ended up at a neighbor's while I rode in the ambulance back to the ER, to a different doctor. This time, I said right away that I had PTSD and I would need a sedative if they were going to insert a "Rhino Rocket." In a very short time, a nurse came in to start an IV. When they were ready to do the procedure, they gave me sedation and two kinds of local anesthetic. It was no big deal! It stopped the bleeding, too. Why the Hell didn't the dumb b!tc# from the night before just do it with sedation in the first place? It would have saved me a trip in an ambulance, and my children a whole lot of trauma.
Hey, doctors! If you have patients with PTSD, listen when they tell you what they need! Don't traumatize them further.


