So about 10pm last night we head up to UMC ER. The place was PACKED. You truly see some odd and unusual people in the county hospital emergency room on a Friday night. I busted out the hand sanitizer numerous times to say the least. Especially after the little girl sitting by us starting coughing loudly, without covering her mouth, and then proceeded to burp in her sisters face. Nice huh? I was anticipating a VERY long and annoying wait.
After all of my issues, I have to admit, I was not used to not being an immediate priority, and being rushed back in to a room. So I was in a weird position... I was used to being the one who felt like crap! After about 20 minutes, they called him in to triage. Then, 5 minutes later, they call me in there and took us right back. I was shocked! Apparently when someone comes in with an issue pertaining to any limb, or organ (in this case) they take it very seriously, and try to get that person seen ASAP. Who knew?
So we get in to a room, and they bring B a sexy hospital gown. He was not very comfortable showing off his backside to the world, so he leaves everything on and just puts the gown on over it. Quite a funny site! So the barrage of questions begins... Our nurse, Barbee, was awesome. She's young, enthusiastic and has a great sense of humor, which you need with us lol. She tells B she isn't all that comfortable seeing, or looking at the problem area, that she was going to leave that to the doctor. She mainly didn't want to cause him any unnecessary pain, by touching them.
Doctor Birchfeld comes in finally, asks all the same questions again and finally does a physical exam, which is very painful for Brendan, poor baby. He's concerned about a possible hernia or something worse. So he orders an ultrasound... AWKWARD...! Barbee comes back in and takes blood and puts in an IV line. She then gives Brendan an IV of Demerol and Fenergan (apparently Demerol can make you queasy). It hits B FAST, which begins a hilarious, drug filled adventure for the guy who never gets "high"LOL.
We get wheeled off to ultrasound, and none other than our Uncle Kevin's friend, Melissa, greets us. Melissa is cool. We all went out together a while back AND last summer when I was bleeding to death, she is the one that ended up doing my ultrasound of my girly bits. FUN TIMES! Any way, I thought, man, this lady has seen the most intimate parts of BOTH of us now! CRAZY!! But Melissa is VERY professional, so its no biggie.
Brendan letting the drugs take effect in the ultrasound room...
The ultrasound didn't show a hernia, thank God, and didn't show anything scary or abnormal. WHEW! Off we go back to our room again...
And we wait... and wait... and wait... and wait some more. By this time, Brendan's exhausted and passes out from the drugs, and proceeds to have a snoring contest with snory man in the "room" next to us (room being a large room separated by a thin curtain. Talk about no privacy!) It was hot, and about 12:30am, and all I had was an uncomfortable chair in his room. I was so tired and antsy. We waited forever. Poor Brendan had Cotton mouth from the Demerol, but they wouldn't allow any water, because they didn't know what the ultrasound results would show, and if they needed to rush him in to surgery they didn't want to have to wait because he had some water in his stomach. Makes sense, but my poor baby was not comfortable. His mouth would just stick together as he tried to talk. I felt so bad for him. And I was nervous as hell thinking, what if they need to rush him in to surgery!
FINALLY, Dr. Birchfeld comes in and says he doesn't see a hernia, or anything else suspicious. Just an enlargement that he diagnoses as an infection ON the left testicle (I have NO IDEA how to pronounce the actual diagnosis). OUCH! How he got it, there's no exact way to know, but he said it may have resulted in the sperm duct getting twisted after his vasectomy last year. Again, OUCH! So we left with scripts for pain meds and antibiotics.
WHEW! I hate that he is in pain, but I am so relieved that it wasn't something worse. It is something non-life threatening and very treatable. We finally got discharged and left about 2:30am... first thing Brendan wanted was something to drink! So I took him to the store and we got him taken care of :-) All he wanted was sweet tea and a Sprite! So that's what the patient got.
This whole ordeal made me appreciate Brendan so much more and all he has had to deal with in regards to my illnesses. He has had to rush me to the ER SO many times, in the middle of the night, and in the middle of the day. All times, he was strong and comforting to me. He stayed calm and waited and waited with me, in those uncomfortable little chairs. And he never complained once.
I am so grateful for the love and care God has shown both of us, And I am so grateful that my husband is okay!
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