An Interesting Convo at the Hospital

OK, if y'all keep up with anything around here, you know I was in the hospital on Friday 9/3 and home by Saturday 9/4.

Since I was being shuffled all around the place on Friday, they advised me to bring nothing with me since I wouldn't have family/friends there the whole time (Yo, the Evil Twin had to take care of the kids and pick up Buddy from school), I packed up a bag the night before that the Evil Twin could bring to my regular room when he and the kids visited later on Friday afternoon.

I packed all my meds and fresh undies, etc. Since I do have to take an injectible medication for my MS, I always have that on hand when I'm away from home because so few people (including nurses) know what it is and what it's for and even how to administer it. I prefer to do my own injections.

On Saturday AM, the nurse came by with my usual AM meds (even though I had my own in my bag, which was in a locker across the room and I was tethered to so many cords, I couldn't get up without help from a nurse). And. she's going over my extensive meds on her wheely computer thingy-doo (I think that's the technical term).

This was our exchange:

Her: You're supposed to have 20 i.u. of ......Co...pa

Me: Copaxone, it's for MS. It's a once daily sub q injection.

Her: Did you take it?

Me: No, its in my overnight bag in the locker and I couldn't get to it.

Her: Why didn't you call for a nurse to get it?

Me: I didn't want to bother anyone. (Real answer: I didn't want to wait 2 hours for a human to retrieve the bag so I could do my injection myself).

Her: Do you want to take it now? (remember, this is Saturday MORNING).

Me: No, I only take it around 9 pm at night. That's my schedule.

She gives me a sideways look, but I assure her I'll be fine.

Then, she hands me a cup of meds, including Gas X. I KNOW my MD did not order that for me, I think it was for my neighbor roommate. I just ate whatever shit they gave me, noticing that my pills were one short of a freaking Ativan. They probably gave that to my neighbor, even though I had ALL my pills on hand (if I could have REACHED them).

And now, instead of buying tampons, I'll be paying off this hospital bill for a few years. Thank goodness, I can funnel the tampon money to that!

Why does everything need to be such a hassle?

Happy Monday, hooligans!