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Feb. 26th, 2006 06:26 amSo, hi, it is six am and I am still up. I'm not going to lie, I've seen this side of six am more than a time or two, but those have always been due to fun causes or in the name of getting my work done that's due the next day. This time, this time was in no good cause at all.
You'd think that if you went to the hospital at 1:30 in the morning on a Saturday night, it wouldn't take them too terribly long to get to you, right? It's before the bars close, and it's not Friday night.
Okay, the back story on this: I've been having random numbness and tingling in my left arm for a bit over a week now. Mainly the last two fingers, the side of the hand, and the side of my arm, but it's spread to the middle finger and stabbing pains at the back of my neck. Tonight, my elbow became swollen, red, and numb, so I called the 24-hour provincial health line.
Their response was something like "We recommend any random numbness be checked out within four hours. Four hours? IS NOT A WEEK." Under urging, I decided to go to the hospital, even though I'd never been there (and it was an experience, let me tell you -- lights off, pretty much everything closed down and spooky, and directions not very well marked at all).
So I sat in the waiting room, tuning out the infomercials on the tv with my iPod, intermittently reading The Time Traveler's Wife and my newest issue of Discover, until 5:30 in the morning. At which point, I was given a 'take better care of yourself' bit, a note for the masseuse, a confused look about the elbow, and orders to go to the student health centre if it didn't clear up completely, soon.
But hey! I'm still awake, I read a few hundred pages into The Time Traveler's Wive and the experience is a story -- albeit a poorly phrased one, likely containing grammatical errors that my brain is just not up to catching at this moment.
You'd think that if you went to the hospital at 1:30 in the morning on a Saturday night, it wouldn't take them too terribly long to get to you, right? It's before the bars close, and it's not Friday night.
Okay, the back story on this: I've been having random numbness and tingling in my left arm for a bit over a week now. Mainly the last two fingers, the side of the hand, and the side of my arm, but it's spread to the middle finger and stabbing pains at the back of my neck. Tonight, my elbow became swollen, red, and numb, so I called the 24-hour provincial health line.
Their response was something like "We recommend any random numbness be checked out within four hours. Four hours? IS NOT A WEEK." Under urging, I decided to go to the hospital, even though I'd never been there (and it was an experience, let me tell you -- lights off, pretty much everything closed down and spooky, and directions not very well marked at all).
So I sat in the waiting room, tuning out the infomercials on the tv with my iPod, intermittently reading The Time Traveler's Wife and my newest issue of Discover, until 5:30 in the morning. At which point, I was given a 'take better care of yourself' bit, a note for the masseuse, a confused look about the elbow, and orders to go to the student health centre if it didn't clear up completely, soon.
But hey! I'm still awake, I read a few hundred pages into The Time Traveler's Wive and the experience is a story -- albeit a poorly phrased one, likely containing grammatical errors that my brain is just not up to catching at this moment.