So I hit a deer last week and end up going through a guard rail and off a bridge (That’ll be in another bitch).
Damn lucky I lived through it. I get taken to a hospital north of Halifax, where they did a full assessment, x-rays, gave me some nice drugs to ease my pain, and generally took pretty good care of me.
The doctor sees something in the x-rays she doesn’t like and sends me down to Halifax for a catscan. Just a catscan.
I get to Halifax and am wheeled into a room with no less than 15 Doogie Howswers who immediately descend on me and start working on me like I’ve just come straight from the accident. No regard for the 1st doctor’s assessment, no regard for anything I have to say. Just cut his clothes off and poke at him.
Then, after all is said and done, the dumb-ass at the end misdiagnoses the major pain issue. I said my shoulder hurt dumbass, not my chest! Don’t you know the difference between a sternum and a scapula?????? And you wonder why I checked myself out of there? —Fatbastard
This article appears in Oct 21-27, 2010.
Now how are baby doctors supposed to learn. They have to examine *gasp* patients, even those who have already been examined.
Oh, you poor thing…you went to a hospital and got medical attention. What an inconvenience! Try living in PEI, where you couldn’t get a doctor to look at you if you were lying bleeding on the floor (literally). Just be glad you were taken care of, even if it wasn’t the way you (who must be far smarter than the doctors because you used the word ‘scapula’) decided you should be.
just remember o.p., you can’t go and sue them in a year, when whatever really starts to fuck you up.
and by the way, is the deer okay?
Oooh you know what a scapula is … uhhh
Please OP. Why didn’t you just stay the expletive home and diagnose your damn self.
Hmm, the old ‘too thorough of medical care’ bitch…..
Sorry OP, that had to be one of the stupidest bitches ever.
You took your car off a bridge, and were traiged in a rural clinic. The Dr there was concerned enough to send you to the trauma centre and activate the trauma team. And you are unhappy that they examined you again? Weird…
I call fake. There’s no way an entire hospital could contain the awesomeness of 15 NPHs. 😛
Maybe you DID have something wrong with your chest? Maybe they could’ve made a diagnosis that the other doctor missed.
I’ve had residents work on me before and I find they’re the most attentive and the most willing to answer my questions (and find answers for them when they don’t know). I had a resident in my family doc’s office a few years back and he made photocopies of info to give me at my next appointment from the previous one just so I”d have all the info I needed.
ALSO: one of my bestest friends is currently a resident in a specialty in NL and she works her butt off for ungrateful little shits like you, OP so go fuck yourself.
“activate the trauma team”
that sounds like it was right out of a movie…
like Team America or something….
After shovelling through this horseshit of a story my sympathy is with the deer.
I’d be more concerned about the car, because if you didn’t choose you words carefully when you spoke to the police (who filed an accident report) and when you contacted your insurance company, your rates will either be unchanged, go up a slight bit, or skyrocket. What are the correct words I hope you used: “A deer hit my car.” NEVER say “I hit a deer.” The latter places you at fault in the insurance company’s eyes. I hope Bambi enjoyed the grill.
I’d like to eat bambi after he got off the grill at a nice medium rare.
i would think since the op stated he went off the bridge, that the deer would have ended up in the drink too
200Kg bambi vs 2,000Kg car
http://www.outsideinsides.com/RecipeDetail…
brendon195: You are so right, though if you ever find such a hospital, let me know — I need to go live in it.
Their time would have been better spent on someone who actually needed them. All the complaints about long emergency room waits, and these guys are spending time on someone who’s already been examined. I was sent down for a cat scan that’s all.
I doubt the universe could contain that much awesomeness, to be honest. 😛
If you live up to your nickname of Fatbastard, as you were already in the hospital you could’ve asked to see the dietary department AKA the blubberbusters.
You’re probably right! But a girl can dream…though a guy would probably have more luck in that world, I guess…