Because the fun never ends

Sunday found SuperHubby and me warming the chair seats in the Emergency Room for MANY hours. He'd been having stomach pains since Friday and around mid-day Sunday we figured the acute pain from the lemon that was lodged in his lower right side just might be a little problem, like maybe his appendix. So we dragged our reluctant asses to the ER, only to sit on them and wait for 4, yes that's right, FOUR hours without being seen.

In those many hours of time, unseen by a physician, we watched as several people arrived after us and waltzed in and then out again, clearly having been treated. Two people with slashes to their extremities went in, came out a shortly thereafter with bandages and departed. People really to be more careful with knives. Some poor little kid with a gash on her chin, was cleaned off, stitched and toddled off with a lollipop. And a guy with a seriously bloody nose, got a nose pack as his prize for visiting.

As Hubby's pain level increased, I alerted the warden at the desk, three different times, that he was feeling worse and we had been there for some time. I did try to be nice when I did this, so as to not cause some nurse to vindictively set him up for a colonoscopy. I was assured, at each report, that we would be brought in next. This would not be so. Never believe the lady at the reception desk. She knows not of which she speaks. As the next slightly bloody straggler arrived, only to be escorted into the ER, my irritation level erupted. I placed a call to our main doctor and explained- all right, bitched - about the situation we were facing and that not only was the pain worse, but nausea had set in and asked somewhat irritably as to what we should do next. He said he'd check with the ER and call me back. Which he did a few minutes later to report that the ER at this particular hospital was very very busy. Our chances of being treated any time soon were slim to non existent (not his exact words) and we might consider going to the other hospital they frequent.

Go. To. Another. Hospital.

Four hours later.

I could have cheerfully beaten someone at that point. Really, without hesitation, but perhaps with some glee.

Off we went to Hospital Number 2. Within 15 minutes upon arrival, SuperHubby was being felt up by the ER doctor. Several hours later his appendix was yanked out through his belly button. Because it was the size of a lemon, which is not a good size for an appendix.