wtf.

I'm not going to go into very much detail here because I really don't want to, but Friday night I ended up in the Emergency Room with excruciating right-sided pain and some other issues I'm not going to talk about. It turns out I was 5 weeks pregnant and having yet another Ectopic Pregnancy.

I have lost absolutely all faith with anyone in the medical profession. First, I had an RN who could not put my IV in for the life of her. Needles absolutely do not bother me and I almost passed out from her taking the needle out and putting it back in about 10 different times. Then, the doctor insisted on me having a Foley Catheter before my ultrasound so they would have a better chance of seeing if the embryo was implanted outside of uterus. I requested that another RN put it instead of the girl who couldn't even put my IV in, so they got the most unfriendly human being on the face of the planet. No joke. She told me it wouldn't hurt too bad and that pretty much it affects everyone differently, so she made it sound like it was no big deal. Let me tell you-- I will never, ever have that shit done to me ever again. f. that. Then, the ER Doctor kept talking to me like I was an ignorant, knocked up 16-year-old who hasn't already been through this. Apparently no one there bothers to read the charts or they would know I have already had an Ectopic and a miscarriage this year. He attempted to draw a diagram of the female reproductive system and drew two fallopian tubes-- I only have one. What an idiot.

Saturday another nurse put my IV in incorrectly and it infiltrated. ( I have a history of Phlebitis from an infiltrated IV with Phenergan in it, which is exactly what the RN was pushing when this happened.) She proceeded to bring another nurse in to put the IV in. When this lady walked in, she looked at Alan and started yelling, "Move it! Go on long legs-- MOVE IT! Get up!! Get out of my way!", then moved his chair over with him still in it. It was so ridiculous we thought she was kidding at first. I told her she was not touching me and she needed to get the Head Nurse. Needless to say, we filed a formal complaint against her. They finally got my IV in and I got my pain medicine about 2 hours later. Ridiculous.

A few hours later, an OB from my OB-Gyn's office came in to talk to me about my different treatment options. I wanted to punch this guy in the face by the time we left the hospital Sunday night. He treated me like I knew absolutely nothing about an Ectopic Pregnancy, contradicted himself over and over about the treatment options and which one he would recommend in our situation, and then when I asked how long Alan and I had to make our decision (you know, since if I lose my other tube my only option for having children of my own would be through In Vitro Fertilization) he laughed in my face, then he proceeded to tell me no less than 5-10 times that he had to hurry up with us because he needed to go upstairs and deliver a baby. Thank you VERY much for continuously telling me you had to go deliver some lucky persons healthy baby while we are in the middle of losing our THIRD. Meanwhile, the nurse in the room kept mouthing how sorry she was to me for the doctor's behavior. Before I even got a chance to file a complaint against him, the nurse in the room had already gone to the Charge Nurse about his unprofessional and contradictory behavior. I refused to see him again.

Two hours after being told I was being admitted to the sixth floor pending our surgical decision, I found out the ER doctor transferred me into the OB's care after I refused to see him. I was livid. Basically I was told afterward that he was the absolute only person that could/would take me because of the seriousness of my condition. I agreed only because I was not in any condition to transfer to a different hospital-- or I damn well would have. I wasn't allowed to eat for 24 hours because they weren't sure if I was going to have to have surgery or not, and I hadn't slept but for about 4 hours in 48 hours, then on top of that I felt like I was being completely neglected and treated like absolute shit.

Alan and I ultimately decided to have the Methotrexate Injection to try and do our best to save the tube I have left. I got discharged around 8pm Sunday night and I am going to be out of work all week. I went back to the OB-Gyn's office today to have a repeat hCG test and it is now well over 1200 (it was 250 Friday and 245 Sunday around 1am-- it is 0 when you're not pregnant.) She said it can rise after being given the shot, but if it is not significantly lower by Saturday when I go back I will have to have emergency surgery-- and more than likely lose my tube.

Alan and I have decided to see a Fertility Specialist in Charlotte, NC once my body has healed. There is a reason why this keeps happening and it's time for us to seek help.

My mom has several connections with people higher up at Lexington Medical Center, so we will be filing a formal complaint with them very soon. Our experience was absolutely horrible-- and some of the things that were said/done to us were completely uncalled for. What we were going through was bad enough without being treated so terribly.