Oh wait, their is no slow in the word emergency, or room for that matter! I always associated EMERGENCY with the need to move quickly, to get things done, to take care of the problem. Apparently that’s not what Emergency means when your in an Emergency room.
Last night Cake had an asthma attack and as the vicks and head steaming didn’t fix her up we took her to the ER. I’ve always been really happy with the hospital that we go to, until last night. Breathing being necessary to life I somehow figured that they would take care of us stat!
I’m not sure why 20 minuets worth of care takes three and a half hours to be given. Cake got a breathing treatment after the first hour of being there. They wanted to do a chest x-ray and that took another hour and a half to happen. Then for the doc to read it and come back and tell us it was fine and to send the nurse to check us out took yet another hour.
And it’s not like it was a hoppin’ night at the ER. Of the four rooms I could see, ours was the only one occupied. I spent much of my time listening to the nurses chat. One male nurse was sitting on the computer across from our room looking up other job opportunity’s.
I don’t think it’s just that ER either. All my, albeit limited, ER experience has lead me to believe that the only ER’s that get you taken care of in a hurry are on TV. Am I wrong? What have your ER experience been like?