Linda Hughes88 said:Everything was just like this back when the Pope visited Washington, D.C.... were you whining then too?
well, aren't you just a genius, 🙄
but really, why shouldn't she be complaining? and besides—she actually asked a valid question. you can either answer what was actually asked if you happen to have any clue about the subject matter, or you could just skip this thread entirely and move on to something else.
silverrider44 responded to your (incorrect) assumption, and for that, Hallelujah!
come on now, there’s really no need to get worked up about this 🙂 you're getting all upset over nothing, just turning your back on me...
honestly, the whole thing is just kind of absurdly clever, isn't it?
Quincy:
I'm curious, though—how exactly is it constitutional to prevent people living right along the route where a chimpanzee is supposed to pass from opening their windows or raising their blinds?
this is honestly hilarious to me; I can just picture a chimpanzee wandering through the neighborhood...😁
aaaaaaaaaaa if you put it like that: I know my way around AutoCAD, but I'm totally lost when it comes to Vision. It would mean having to relearn everything from scratch, and honestly, I just don't have the energy for that. How am I supposed to convince my boss to just bite the bullet and buy AutoCAD instead?
hmmmm. I'm not really sure how to answer that. Maybe try subtly swaying him while he's still in the decision-making phase?
honestly, it feels like you might just need some actual problems to deal with in your life. it’s almost like this belongs more on a forum for lonely hearts rather than here.
from: just draw it in AutoCAD and call it a day, then go grab a coffee with that colleague of yours and talk about politics, electrical circuits, or whatever else comes up. just give him a piece of your mind.
I am losing my absolute mind. For two weeks now, I’ve been dealing with this rash on my chest—just these tiny little red bumps. They don't even itch or anything, which is the weird part. At first, I honestly thought it might just be some psychosomatic thing where my skin was reacting to my own stress, but it clearly wasn't going away. I used to get these really annoying sun allergies that would cause red patches all over my chest, but this isn't quite like that. Since both this current situation and my previous allergy issues were pretty stubborn, I decided to head to the doctor. She was supposed to start at 2:00, but she didn't actually show up until nearly 2:30, and she ended up squeezing me in right before 3:00. Anyway, my aunt suggested I use some hydrocortisone cream to track the progress and take some Claritin, along with the advice to stay away from any harsh, irritating body washes. Fine, whatever. So, I started applying the cream to my chest, only to realize there are a few spots on my neck too, so I just spread the cream there as well. I've been taking the pills, too. But here's the catch: I can't exactly show up to work looking all sticky, so I shower before I leave, and as soon as those little bumps touch water, they go absolutely wild and turn bright red, almost like tiny little chili peppers.... And that’s where things stand. It’s been five days, and the results are as follows: the spots have migrated up both sides of my neck, creeping toward my temples, on top of the ones already on my chest. My blood work came back normal, though. What am I supposed to do? I'm heading back to the doctor tomorrow, obviously, but I figured I’d ask you all—does anyone have a clue what this could be? And more importantly, how do I make it stop?
Sandra King86 said:Don't take this the wrong way, but when people start claiming these absolute "rights"—like everyone having the right to storm into the Emergency Room and dictate exactly how a doctor should do their job—it feels less like a right and more like they're just getting in the way of professionals doing critical work. 🤔
To me, this whole situation feels a bit like those little warning stickers you see on the subway cars that say, 'Please do not distract the operator while the train is in motion.' I don't know, maybe you're overthinking it too,
Sandra King86 said:Don't mean to sound aggressive, but all these supposed "rights"—like everyone thinking they can just waltz into the Emergency Room and dictate exactly how a doctor should do their job—it honestly feels more like an interference with medical professionals trying to perform life-saving work. 🤔 I suppose there might be a way for the law to step in and address that too.
Well, that sounds perfect, actually; that’s exactly what I’m looking for—the legal side of things. Does anyone know what the actual statutes say regarding Emergency Room protocols?
>>And if a doctor working those grueling 24-hour shifts ends up seeing a handful of people—say, maybe 10% of them—who clearly don't belong there, shouldn't they be told that, even if their tone isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows? I mean, let them face the embarrassment of being wrong rather than holding up the line for someone who is actually critically ill, especially when some patients just sit there in silence instead of having the strength to list all their symptoms.
It’s pretty obvious you haven't spent much time in an ER lately, because if you had, you’d know that lines don't really "get held up" in an emergency room. People aren't seen based on who showed up first; they're treated based on how urgent their situation is.
What kind of talk is that, about people being embarrassed?! And honestly, what makes you think you can just decide which 10% of people don't belong or don't have a right to walk into an ER? What, is it because 90% of people pay for health insurance and 10% don't? Is that how you see it?
Heh... just wanted to jump back in here. The doctor who saw us wasn't exactly warm or particularly chatty, was he? Based on what you all are saying, it sounds like his treatment plan was totally off the mark, too. But honestly, I think the real issue with this whole thread is that nobody else seemed willing to take us in. Even after I went around "making things known," I heard whispers that we should have been admitted somewhere regardless of how minor they deemed our "injuries" to be—though some people were quick to dismiss the whole thing as a total joke, can you believe that? They were practically tripping over themselves to get away from us.
In the future, if heaven forbid a similar situation ever pops up, I’d really love to avoid a repeat of this mess because the last thing I want is to even consider the headache of a lawsuit. Since we live in such a ridiculous country, I want to have my rebuttal ready to go immediately—just a quick, "Excuse me, under Section X and Y of the law, you are required to admit me." If nothing else, at least I might save myself a bit of money on legal fees.
Honestly, they actually took us in. They didn't just brush us off with some quick excuse, and I have to say, I appreciate that. The treatment itself might have been flawed—but let’s not get bogged down in the tiny details right now—because the pain has subsided, the swelling went down, and everything seems fine for the moment. I think I'll try calling the association tomorrow. It's not that I have any lawsuits on my mind, really; it's more about figuring out how to navigate things for when myself, or someone close to me, finds themselves needing medical help again.
Ashley Moore8 said:you can also find a "breakdown" by residential area right here
I’ve been down that road before... thanks for the heads up... but honestly, just try figuring out which hospital someone living in a suburb like Naperville actually falls under. I remember an attendant at a local hospital looking at that exact same chart, and she ended up sending us to the wrong facility entirely, which wasn't exactly helpful, was it?
Given all those reasons—all this back-and-forth about whether a patient is "right" or "wrong," and the endless driving around—I’m going to ask once more if someone could just answer my original question. And let me be perfectly clear: I didn't exactly set out today with the intention of spending the entire day chauffeuring someone from one hospital to another. I only went because we were completely in the dark about what was happening; I just wanted a professional to take a look and maybe offer some help if it was actually necessary. It happened to be a holiday, too, so getting him in to see his regular doctor wasn't even an option.
So, I am still waiting for an answer to the question I posed. Or perhaps I should just rephrase it for clarity: Should the Emergency Room at the new hospital have admitted him regardless of the fact that we showed up during such a chaotic mess?
kemik said:you know, I’m just not so sure about that.
I really don't want to sound like I'm judging Kimberly Wright—honestly, I don't even have a strong opinion on her—but I have this nagging fear that if they had been told that in Oakland (a place I wouldn't set foot in even if a heart attack hit me right in the middle of their parking lot), she and her boyfriend wouldn't have just taken it; they would have kept moving until they found a doctor willing to actually do something.
Kimberly Wright, please, correct me if I've got this all wrong.
Well, here I am, correcting you. You've got it wrong. In Oakland, one of the doctors actually looked at his hand and started talking about an anti-tetanus shot, telling us to head over to the registration desk. Then the nurse realized the guy didn't fall under the jurisdiction of the new hospital, so she waved someone over to ask the chief resident if they were allowed to admit us. The answer was no, and they told us we had to go to St. Jude's instead. At the place where the doctor examined the hand, he said this and that needed to be done and told us to register at the desk. But then the nurse at the clinic near the downtown area brushed us off because we didn't fit the criteria for St. Jude's, and once we got to the facility over on Washington, the doctor there gave us the same instructions on what to do and sent us along to the specialist clinic.
At no point did anyone ever say, "Oh, it's nothing to worry about, you can just head home and relax."
Susan Martin24 said:Based on how you’ve described it, this doesn't sound like an allergic reaction at all, 😬 It looks more like an infected puncture wound that's causing a localized response—you know, the usual swelling, redness, and pain. Usually, just keeping the limb elevated and applying some ice helps. You really need to clean the wound out properly, maybe dab on some Betadine or Rivanol locally. As for oral antibiotics, those aren't always necessary right away; it really just depends on how things progress over the next bit.
Honestly, I really should have just come online and laid out my symptoms here from the start, instead of wandering through hospital corridors where nobody could give me a straight answer.
ahaaa... well, now I feel like I’ve stumbled onto half the answers myself. so, why don't you all just lay it out for me? apparently, an allergic reaction is just some minor nonsense you don't need to rush to the ER over. right.
Rachel Brooks63 said:so, what was the final diagnosis?
And honestly, what would have actually happened if your boyfriend had just waited another twenty hours or so before finally heading over to his primary care physician?
The doctor basically told us to just keep an eye on how the swelling behaved, and it turned out to be fine—it actually started shrinking by the very next day, so it wasn't some kind of poisoning or anything like that.
As for what might have happened if he’d sat around for another twenty hours... I couldn't tell you. All I know is that his older relative nearly lost their leg because of all that stalling and waiting to see a doctor, especially since they had been bitten by something too.
Rachel Brooks63 said:Kimberly Wright, why don't you just write down what actually happened?
Since this kind of theoretical breakdown doesn't really help the discussion at all, it just seems to fuel speculation and these little squabbles, like the one going on between that blowhard and Susan Martin24.
Well... here goes the famous story. My husband and I were out in the woods on Saturday when he apparently got stung or scratched by something—maybe a hand? It’s hard to say. It stung a little bit at first, nothing major. But then by Sunday, the spot turned red and started swelling slightly. Not a big deal, right? So, I popped into a local CVS to grab some anti-itch cream. We kept applying the ointment and doing compresses, but the swelling just wouldn't budge. By Monday, his hand was swollen like a club, and the inflammation started spreading toward his fingers and his wrist. I didn't want to take any chances, so I threw him in the car and drove straight to the nearest hospital. They took one look at his arm, suggested he might need a tetanus shot, and then basically told us we should have gone to Mercy Hospital instead since that's where his case falls under. Honestly, they were incredibly rude about it, almost acting like we were being foolish for following the advice from the first hospital. Eventually, they pointed us toward the clinic in the suburbs. Once we got there, the doctor told us we'd actually need to head over to George's because he wasn't able to write the specific prescription we needed. So, we went to George's, where the doctor on duty treated him perfectly normally. Everything was sorted out within half an hour; he got his injection, his prescription, and we finally headed home feeling like actual human beings.