sometimes not enough.

So as you know, I tend to visit the ER every so often. I have reduced my visits to about 1 or 2 a year verses more than that, so that's an improvement. Any ways... Last night, I went to the Brigham and Women's ER after having a dizzy/fainting/nauseous spell at work. I was wheeled over by one of my co-workers and promptly checked in to triage.

While I understand it was at 5:30 and most people were commuting, I could not get a hold of one single person. It's not that I needed a person with me, I am quite comfortable in the hospital environment, but I did want someone with me. I called in a certain order. First people who I thought were in the area, which included the wentworth boy, radgrl, soxnut and one of my nurse friends here, LC. They all work within the Longwood Radius and I was SURE I could get one of them. Alas, no answer. So then I called a few people that I thought didn't live so close, but might be off work, and I was kinda frantically texting other people including nurses at work. Soxnut responded first saying she was in Harvard on her bike and it would be a while before coming back to the area. Being the wonderful nutritionist and friend that she is, she recommended checking my glucose level (which was 99, so that's all good) and my bp (which was 124/86, high for me, but technically a normal bp). She had a conference call with the Sox later on so she was unable to attend the wonderful adventure of the waiting room. Then the wentworth boy called. I was so happy. He came right over and stayed with me for a while. I sat in the waiting room forever, and the poor thing just came from the gym as was stinky (haha) and I am sure hungry. I sent him off around 9.

FINALLY at 9:30 I was brought back and got some wonderful meds like pepsid and zofran and a bag of fluid. The end all decision was, like March, I has a Vasovagal syncope episode brought on by the pain in my belly which now needs a CT.

I am at work now, and feeling much much better. The only thing I keep thinking about is the fact that I didn't have that many people to call. I am a little bummed in the fact that when asked who my emergency contact is and I said Ali, they said, no, first a family member and I said, no, first Ali. It's a little frustrating watching husbands yell at the registration desk because they just want to see their wife and know that she is ok, and I sit there alone. Friends are wonderful, please, don't get me wrong, any one. I love love love love my friends, because they are my family and my significant others... but sometimes, like last night, it's just not enough. At least for me.