Urgh, A&E doctors suck. I ended up in there three times with classic gall stone symptoms, and they misdiagnosed me with a stomach ulcer three times. I had to have a completely pointless endoscopy, without drugs as I was still breastfeeding, and ended up with potentially fatal pancreatitis, all because the only time they asked me any questions was when I was incoherent and screaming in pain.
And When Spawn #3 was 18 months old she broke her little finger. UG took her to A&E and the doctor sent her for an X-ray. Then he said that there was no broken bone. In her arm. They hadn't X-rayed her hand, even though UG told them she'd caught her finger in the door.
Um, okay, I ranted a bit there, sorry. Yay, sisters?
*reads & starts crying all over again* *sniffles* Man I *hate* being a girl sometimes.
some context for you: I mentioned the "it be better in a minnit" thing last night as one of the few really cute things I remember you doing. Mom then relays this story. My eyes go anime-big and wet and points at mom -- "If I spend the entire train ride home crying on T it is YOUR fault."
mom to T: "I'm so sorry. Both for this and for my genetic inheritance. I used to do the weepy thing too."
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and today, I tell T about getting emotional goo all over you and a teapot. He then tells vaguely similar sad story from his childhood.
me: *eyes go big & wet* "But, but.. honey I just STOPPED crying!" *wails again*
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Tea things, yay!
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*grin* danke!
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And When Spawn #3 was 18 months old she broke her little finger. UG took her to A&E and the doctor sent her for an X-ray. Then he said that there was no broken bone. In her arm. They hadn't X-rayed her hand, even though UG told them she'd caught her finger in the door.
Um, okay, I ranted a bit there, sorry. Yay, sisters?
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They scanned the lumbar region and skipped the pelvis entirely and told me I was fine, despite the fact that I was walking completely bent over.
Hurray modern medicine.
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some context for you: I mentioned the "it be better in a minnit" thing last night as one of the few really cute things I remember you doing. Mom then relays this story. My eyes go anime-big and wet and points at mom -- "If I spend the entire train ride home crying on T it is YOUR fault."
mom to T: "I'm so sorry. Both for this and for my genetic inheritance. I used to do the weepy thing too."
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and today, I tell T about getting emotional goo all over you and a teapot. He then tells vaguely similar sad story from his childhood.
me: *eyes go big & wet* "But, but.. honey I just STOPPED crying!" *wails again*
Stupid hormones.
But it was a cool teapot.
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(Also: Stupid doctors, boo! >:-( )
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