April 8
steps 3000
Monday, we got into the car for Tommy's appointment. The seat felt damp. Then, I put my hand on the seat--a puddle. We kept going.
Tommy's doctor would not send a wheelchair for me, so Tommy told them he would not come alone.
Off we went to ER. The wound was enflamed and hurting.
We were sent to big rooms, tiny rooms, all over.
Okay, skipping ahead to over four hours later.
The male NP said he did not have a room for me so he could examine the wound in my groin. Nurse suggested I could take pants and panties off, stand, spread my legs so he could see the wound. !!!! What country am I in? She was not a nurse, somebody who pushes wheelchairs.
NP said it was most private room he had. In order to escape, I agreed to sit in one of the big chairs with wooden arms. I took off clothes in this room full of everything but a bed. I wanted a towel and the NP was frustrated, demanding to know why I needed a towel? "So I don't have to sit on this plastic chair,"
Then, I noticed a window shade was open! This is a nightmare. He almost closed it. Tommy did not volunteer that it was still open.
Picture this. No, don't. I sat in the big chair wearing no panties or pants, slid forward a bit, threw left leg over the chair arm, and held right groin open while the doctor squatted with a flashlight! horrors.
He gave me a round of antibiotics. There is more, but shoulder hurts.
Car still wet. I was soaked to the skin and could not wait to peel them off after sitting in wet clothes all day.
