Sooooo guess what happened to me this weekend??? I got a urinary track infection! I called my family doctor and left a message for the on-call doctor to call me back asap. That was at 1:00. I called again and again and they never called me back. Turns out they were having phone issues. I was going down hill fast; by 5:00 I was sitting in the urgent care center. At that point I was running a slight fever and going to the bathroom every 5 minutes. The doctor said, "You have a pretty bad UTI. Do you want the shot? I'll still give you antibiotics, but this will just help get rid of it faster." I said, "Sure." The nurse came in with a shot full of thick serum. I said, "Is that gonna hurt?" She said, "I'm not gonna lie." But she wouldn't look me in the eye. I had a bad feeling about it. I said, "Well, I really hate shots and since the doctor gave me a choice, I might just change my mind." She said, "Well then we might just see you back in a couple of weeks if the antibiotics don't work." Honestly, I don't know why they wouldn't work, I rarely ever take antibiotics. It's not like I've built up an immunity to them. And, I've never had a urinary track infection before. Anyway, she told me to drop my drawers. I said, "I don't have a lot of junk in my trunk, so be careful." She gave me the shot, and I said, "Oh, you were gentle, that didn't even hurt." She said, "Just wait about 2 minutes." I got scared. She was putting her stuff away and then bam, it hit me like a sledge hammer, literally! I was like, "MOTHER OF GOD! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME???" She said, "I'll be back to check on you in a while, just walk it off." I started pacing the floor and the pain just kept intensifying by the minute. It felt like someone was hitting the entire backside of my leg from my bum to my ankle with a hammer. I started to black out because the pain was so intense. I quickly sat in the metal folding chair. (What I wanted to do was lie down on that nasty floor and curl up in fetal position while I died a slow painful death.) I was sweating profusely and freezing to death all at the same time. I was shaking and felt like I was going to vomit. I was sitting between the door and my purse and wanted to open the door and cry for help or grab my phone out of my purse and call Keith, who was in the waiting room, to come get me. I couldn't reach either. I think I was going into shock from the pain. I just kept rocking back and forth in the chair and begging God to make it stop. I was in labor for 18 hours with Tyler and effaced 8 centimeters with no drugs, but this pain even topped that!
By the time the woman came in to check on me, about 15 minutes later, I shook my finger at her and said, "What you gave me was pure evil! That stuff you put in me is wicked! I hope to God you never give that to a child!" She said, "We do, but we split it in two and put half in each cheek." I said, "Don't ever do that, it's wrong." I asked her if she has ever had that shot before? She said, "No". I said, "It should be illegal!" I told her how it felt, then limped out of there. So please tell everyone you know, or at least everyone you love, not to ever get that shot!
When I got home, I read about the shot online and it is usually given to patients with pneumonia, meningitis, and other life threatening illnesses. It’s extremely potent! Unless the shot is absolutely necessary, they should be required to ask the patient, “Ma’am, would you like this shot? It may help get rid of the infection faster, but I must warn you... For the first 20 minutes following the injection, you will wish you were dead. We like to stay out of the room during that time because we generally don’t like to see patients convulsing and drooling. Some patients even threaten our lives during that period. Afterwards, however, we will come in to drag your bruised behind out of the room and over to the check out desk while you are half conscious, so you can pay us.”
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