In the midst of one of life's small miseries I was scheduled to have a Echocardiogram of a leaky heart valve. The misery was, and still is the common cold. Now this is an unfortunate litany of how ironic life can get. During the Echo procedure, the strong armed tech person come close to breaking my sternum, which set my esophageal ulcer on fire. I mentioned to him that I was having chest pains.
As he escorted my dear protector husband and I out the door he said I really ought to have that chest pain looked at. What a great idea! Across the hall was my Heart Consultant' Offices. Any thinking person would say to them-self, "this is where a person with a chest pain should go." I believe about 10 cardiologists are on staff in this new facility, including my own cardiac surgeon. So in we went.
The receptionist was perplexed. She dealt with people with appointments, not chest pains. So she has a person take me into a room and another person comes in. I have no idea if these women are nurses, teacher aids, or the cleaning people. I explained that the Heart Hospital person that conducted the Echo exam across the hall told me to see a doctor.
"I will call 911," she said. "Don't do that!" I was horrified by that thought. I was pretty sure it was the ulcer on fire but probably should make certain. She was so mad that the Echo people didn't take care of this situation across the hall when I was there. She didn't really know what to do with me as long as I nixed the 911 call. There was not one cardiologist in the place, but there was a nurse practioner. They had a short consultation and my lady person wheels in an EKG machine and hooks me up to all the little leads and finds out that I am not having a heart attack.
I could have saved all of us about an hour or more if I had just gone home. Some advice, a person would be well advised to ignore.
As he escorted my dear protector husband and I out the door he said I really ought to have that chest pain looked at. What a great idea! Across the hall was my Heart Consultant' Offices. Any thinking person would say to them-self, "this is where a person with a chest pain should go." I believe about 10 cardiologists are on staff in this new facility, including my own cardiac surgeon. So in we went.
"I will call 911," she said. "Don't do that!" I was horrified by that thought. I was pretty sure it was the ulcer on fire but probably should make certain. She was so mad that the Echo people didn't take care of this situation across the hall when I was there. She didn't really know what to do with me as long as I nixed the 911 call. There was not one cardiologist in the place, but there was a nurse practioner. They had a short consultation and my lady person wheels in an EKG machine and hooks me up to all the little leads and finds out that I am not having a heart attack.
I could have saved all of us about an hour or more if I had just gone home. Some advice, a person would be well advised to ignore.
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