The rant of the day. This morning just before 6 A.M., my wife wakes me up telling me in a very fearful voice: “Hon you have to take me to the hospital right now.” With this I jumped out of bed, grabbing my clothes, looking at her in the darkness shadows of our room, thinking it was her heart.
I saw her standing there leaning on the bed, with the ghostly pain in her face. She was pale, breathing shallow, sweating, grimacing in pain, holding on to her stomach. I went to her side of the bed and put my arms around her and asked what’s wrong. Between the sharp pain she barley whispered it hurts, I been up all night with it, vomiting. I got dressed really quick, called our babysitting to see if she can make sure our son gets off to school ok.
I grabbed the truck keys, got my wife in the truck, PJ’s and all. Hurriedly I drove to the hospital, we just got inside the emergency doors, she doubled over in pain yet again. I grabbed her, and went to the triage nurse. The nurse asked: “What’s wrong?” I explained my wife is in extreme pain and is vomiting. The nurse told my wife to go right in, I had to stay with the triage nurse.
They got my wife changed, by the time I was in there with her, the nurse come in and started drawing blood, gave her a needle to stop the vomiting. They also did a ECG. Then we waited.
7 O’clock came, the doctor comes in and starts pressing on her stomach, “Did She Yell.” The Doctor started to ask her question, she spoke so softly, he kept repeating himself, finally I got frustrated and told him: “I went to bed at 2am, she told me she was up all night vomiting, bent over in pain.” He looked at my wife and said, when did the pain start, she replied last night. I told him she went to bed at 1. He looked me in the eye and said: “She don’t tell you everything.”
My wife in her drowsy, painful voice said, that I was correct, then explained: “I got up got sick, I made a herb tea, eat some crackers to see if it would help me from getting sick.” “This pain is worse then labor.” The she curled up in a fetal position to ride out the pain again.
The doctor left the room, talked with the nurse. In came a nurse, to give my wife some Demerol for the pain. Then we waited again. 10 O’clock now, the nurse come in, she said: “your wife has to go to a hospital 1 hour away for a test”. Assuming an ambulance would be taking my wife I panicked. The nurse told me to get my wife dress for the trip, the doctor will be in to explain.
I got my wife dressed, the nurse took the IV out and put a lock in. Thinking this was strange if she was going by ambulance, I text my wife’s daughter, called our babysitter to let them know what was happening. The doctor came in and told me: “take your wife to Ross Memorial where she will get an ultrasound, they will call here and give me the results, you come back here when the nurse there tells you it’s ok to come back.”
Stunned, holy crap, now I was mad. Here my wife was doped up, I didn’t know if she was going to get sick again. We had an hour drive to get to the hospital. Well we just got 10 minutes outside our little northern Ontario town, when my wife woke in a start, saying it hurts, it F****ing hurts. I grab her hand said it’s ok hon. I grabbed my cell, called the hospital, they told me if I had to, put my flasher’s on, call 911 to get an ambulance to come to me, don’t stop driving.. With that I went over the speed limit just a little bit.
We got to the hospital, I ran to the emergency, got a wheelchair, got my wife and ran into the hospital, every bump she groaned in pain. All I could think of was, why couldn’t they put shock absorbers on these things. I made my wife chuckle through the pain. I got her to where we are suppose to be, gave the nurse my wife’s hospital. Guess what they could not do the test until I corrected the hospital card. We both forgot to change her name after we got married.
I went to admitting got the name thing done, when I got back she wasn’t there, so I sat and waited for over an hour. All these weird thoughts going through my mind, not getting no answer’s. I was getting impatient not knowing anything. Alas here comes my wife, the nurse said you can go now. I looked at her and repeated what the doctor in Minden said. With a stunned look on her face she asked me why.
I told her: “we just drove a hour for this test, the doctor said if there was something wrong, he would like a call and it can be done here. We have a hour to drive back to the other hospital.” With a shrug of her shoulders she went to the phone, came back a couple of minutes later and said you can head back to the other hospital and get the diagnosis.
Ok, so now it was 12 PM, my wife now is in more pain, now that the pain killer is wearing off, her stomach is turning, we have a hour to get back to the hospital were we started from at 6A.M. So I got my wife in the truck and made our way back. It’s now 1:30 P.M., to make matters worse, I got told your family doctor will have to run more test. It’s not stones, if she gets worse bring her back.
I know we live in a small town, one hospital if you want to call it that, is only a stop in. The other hospital in our community you can stay in. We have one family doctor, no surgery’s happens in our hospitals. You either drive two hours or one hour to get to a hospital that can do something. I think this is utterly ridiculous. Don’t get me wrong the nurse’s at our community hospital’s are great, but to have to travel one or two hours to get test is something that no community needs to go through.
My wife is resting now, hopefully there will be no more mad dashes to the hospital when she wakes up. This is my rant, I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I just told our son what happened, with tears in his eyes, he said: “I was scared and didn’t know what was wrong with mom, Terrence came to the door and told me mom was in the hospital.” He had to go to school with the knowledge that mom was rushed to the hospital. Well he’s calm now and I am trying to calm down, checking on my wife every 15 minutes, keys near by and soon friends coming over for support.
The sun is shining. It’s a good day, I think.
Causes Wende Plante aka Billy-Joe Supports
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