Holy new experience, batman!!
My husband in general is your average dude who minds his own business. Unlike me, he rarely goes to the doctor and when he does need to go, I would have to drag him kicking and screaming to the doctor's office.
Which was what happened yesterday. At approximately 3 pm, he started having dizzy spells and his tummy acted up. Typical male, he shrugs it as, "I haven't eaten in a long time, that is why." What he forgot was all the snacks that was eaten while we caught up on our favorite series (right now it's Bones). So after lunch, he was acting all quiet and relaxed (not typical Cory) and actually resting while we watch shows. In the evening, when he was suppose to go for his golf practice, he told my dad that he wasn't feeling well and would prefer to take a rain check.
Later that evening, my brother came over with his family. We had dinner like usual with the family and at 10 decided to make it an early evening. I jokingly asked him, "Are you ok as in really fine or are you ok as in I am sick but you'd have to drag me kicking and screaming to the doctors." He as per Cory's standard said, "I be ok." To call him evasive... was an understatement. So I jokingly warned him, "I have to carry your sorry ass down the steps to the emergency, I am going to be pissed."
True enough by my words, by 10++ at night, my strong kick ass husband was reduced to barfing his guts out and was unable to lay down as when he does, the room spins and sweating by the buckets all the while complaining that the room was too cold. Malaysia is to cold for my mat salleh? Crazy talk! By 11ish, we are on our way to the emergency room. My dad was driving and I sat with Cory to make sure he was ok. Poor man, all the while apologized for being such a trouble to us =_=; I felt like crap for saying what I did earlier that evening.
We arrived slightly after midnight, as luck would have it, traffic was crappy to get to Ampang. RAWR! At the hospital I was much relieved when the lady at registration accepted my medical card (Way to go Talisman's medical benefit! w00t w00t!) and immediately sent him to be treated. The official diagnosis was.... vertigo... Oh, noes we would never have guessed that... *rolls eyes*
The nurses and doctor was lovely. Really nice people with great bedside manner. They had humor even in the wee hours of the morning. He was admitted to the ward for observation. By 2 a.m. we were settled into a private room. Lovely... lovely... Did I mention that my company's medical benefit is KICK ASS? Yes, I am sure I have said that.
The head nurse or matron (I couldn't figure who is who, it was pretty late or early depending on your definition), was a lovely lady who helped us settled, giving bed mechanism instruction, remote instruction (for lights and call button), their procedure, handed me extra blanket for my use, flasks of drinking water (hot and room temp), a glass, tissue paper, told me where the fridge was and was very efficient about it. We both settled down by 3 am half asleep. Did I mention that I was sleeping on a chair?
The nurses was in and out a few times but seriously, my brains and eyes rejected their presence and kept on sleeping each time I've assured myself that they needed to do some medical procedure/test.
Finish.... until part 2.
Which was what happened yesterday. At approximately 3 pm, he started having dizzy spells and his tummy acted up. Typical male, he shrugs it as, "I haven't eaten in a long time, that is why." What he forgot was all the snacks that was eaten while we caught up on our favorite series (right now it's Bones). So after lunch, he was acting all quiet and relaxed (not typical Cory) and actually resting while we watch shows. In the evening, when he was suppose to go for his golf practice, he told my dad that he wasn't feeling well and would prefer to take a rain check.
Later that evening, my brother came over with his family. We had dinner like usual with the family and at 10 decided to make it an early evening. I jokingly asked him, "Are you ok as in really fine or are you ok as in I am sick but you'd have to drag me kicking and screaming to the doctors." He as per Cory's standard said, "I be ok." To call him evasive... was an understatement. So I jokingly warned him, "I have to carry your sorry ass down the steps to the emergency, I am going to be pissed."
True enough by my words, by 10++ at night, my strong kick ass husband was reduced to barfing his guts out and was unable to lay down as when he does, the room spins and sweating by the buckets all the while complaining that the room was too cold. Malaysia is to cold for my mat salleh? Crazy talk! By 11ish, we are on our way to the emergency room. My dad was driving and I sat with Cory to make sure he was ok. Poor man, all the while apologized for being such a trouble to us =_=; I felt like crap for saying what I did earlier that evening.
We arrived slightly after midnight, as luck would have it, traffic was crappy to get to Ampang. RAWR! At the hospital I was much relieved when the lady at registration accepted my medical card (Way to go Talisman's medical benefit! w00t w00t!) and immediately sent him to be treated. The official diagnosis was.... vertigo... Oh, noes we would never have guessed that... *rolls eyes*
The nurses and doctor was lovely. Really nice people with great bedside manner. They had humor even in the wee hours of the morning. He was admitted to the ward for observation. By 2 a.m. we were settled into a private room. Lovely... lovely... Did I mention that my company's medical benefit is KICK ASS? Yes, I am sure I have said that.
The head nurse or matron (I couldn't figure who is who, it was pretty late or early depending on your definition), was a lovely lady who helped us settled, giving bed mechanism instruction, remote instruction (for lights and call button), their procedure, handed me extra blanket for my use, flasks of drinking water (hot and room temp), a glass, tissue paper, told me where the fridge was and was very efficient about it. We both settled down by 3 am half asleep. Did I mention that I was sleeping on a chair?
The nurses was in and out a few times but seriously, my brains and eyes rejected their presence and kept on sleeping each time I've assured myself that they needed to do some medical procedure/test.
Finish.... until part 2.