I am not sure if I became a sucky customer, but I think I might have. This occured earlier this week. I feel really bad about it but can't, for the life of me, think of how to fix it. I think I shall have to pretend it did not happen...
Background:
My fiancee passed away on 01/27/11. He had an acute asthma attack in the morning while I was letting out the dogs and his throat closed. I came back inside to find him dead on the couch. Nothing I, or the paramedics, could do could get him air or save him. I sat on that floor with the operator on the phone and pounded on his chest for what seemed, at the time, forever waiting for the paramedics to drive through a blizzard and horrible road conditions. I am fairly broken still and don't react well to certain situations. To make things worse our seven year anniversary is on 05/06, and I am getting very keyed up about the whole thing.
So I went to the doctor about a problem i have with my knee. I have bad cartilage in one knee and I get it checked every few years if it gets tricky in the springtime. The doctors generally with check it out and run electricity through it to get the swelling undercontrol so I can bind it and get me some physical therapy for a couple of weeks to get it on track again. From the point I am at and my family history of knee replacements, we are guessing that I have about 10 more years of walking on it before I will have to give up and replace it...
Anywho, I had a nurse taking my blood pressure and all that fun testing right away when I went in. I only go to the doctor every couple of years, so she likes to cage me for all the tests she can while I am there. This all occured then.
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The nurse weighs me and comments on how nice it is that I lost weight since my last visit and leads me into the room to take my blood pressure. While getting the cuff fitted and all my temperature taken she starts making the manditory small talk about things the Coopertive is currently offering to make me healthier and a better person overall.
The nurse, following the script I think, starts trying to talk me into going to one of their 'hands on hearts' classes. It is basically a new CPR class for compression only. They are even advertising it on the morning news. It is a big thing. I vaguely refuse, saying I was not really interested. Really I was CPR certified years ago, and i don't think i could make it through any of those new classes without falling apart. I have learned the hard way that CPR doesn't work if they can't breathe.
The nurse says presses on and says the absolutely worst thing she could have come up with - 'You never know whose life you could save, it could be someone close to you.'
I looked at her and burst into tears.
I think my blood pressure reading probably went through the roof. So at this point she is stuck with a sobbing, incoheriently babbling puddle of me and can't complete her job unless she can get me to resume acting like a normal person. I can only assume she didn't know about my fiancee. I believe I told her to get out and that she was inconsiderate and uneducated when she wouldn't leave me in peace and kept trying to say she hadn't done anything wrong and she did not know why I was acting like this. She wasn't mean or anything, just completely confused. She eventually gave up and got the doctor. My doctor DOES know the whole story, and had even prescribed sleeping aides when it first happened.
My poor doctor had to sit there for more than a few minutes to get me calmed down. She ended up scheduling my knee MRI for next week so I have a little bit of time to myself at such a delicate time. I also got myself a referral to a shrink. So I think I may have made a bad impression. I like my doctor, but I think I scared her staff a little...
I feel really bad. I have not broken down in public since shortly after the funeral, and the nurse truly had no way of knowing what had happened. I don't know what I should do!
Background:
My fiancee passed away on 01/27/11. He had an acute asthma attack in the morning while I was letting out the dogs and his throat closed. I came back inside to find him dead on the couch. Nothing I, or the paramedics, could do could get him air or save him. I sat on that floor with the operator on the phone and pounded on his chest for what seemed, at the time, forever waiting for the paramedics to drive through a blizzard and horrible road conditions. I am fairly broken still and don't react well to certain situations. To make things worse our seven year anniversary is on 05/06, and I am getting very keyed up about the whole thing.
So I went to the doctor about a problem i have with my knee. I have bad cartilage in one knee and I get it checked every few years if it gets tricky in the springtime. The doctors generally with check it out and run electricity through it to get the swelling undercontrol so I can bind it and get me some physical therapy for a couple of weeks to get it on track again. From the point I am at and my family history of knee replacements, we are guessing that I have about 10 more years of walking on it before I will have to give up and replace it...
Anywho, I had a nurse taking my blood pressure and all that fun testing right away when I went in. I only go to the doctor every couple of years, so she likes to cage me for all the tests she can while I am there. This all occured then.
end background
The nurse weighs me and comments on how nice it is that I lost weight since my last visit and leads me into the room to take my blood pressure. While getting the cuff fitted and all my temperature taken she starts making the manditory small talk about things the Coopertive is currently offering to make me healthier and a better person overall.
The nurse, following the script I think, starts trying to talk me into going to one of their 'hands on hearts' classes. It is basically a new CPR class for compression only. They are even advertising it on the morning news. It is a big thing. I vaguely refuse, saying I was not really interested. Really I was CPR certified years ago, and i don't think i could make it through any of those new classes without falling apart. I have learned the hard way that CPR doesn't work if they can't breathe.
The nurse says presses on and says the absolutely worst thing she could have come up with - 'You never know whose life you could save, it could be someone close to you.'
I looked at her and burst into tears.
I think my blood pressure reading probably went through the roof. So at this point she is stuck with a sobbing, incoheriently babbling puddle of me and can't complete her job unless she can get me to resume acting like a normal person. I can only assume she didn't know about my fiancee. I believe I told her to get out and that she was inconsiderate and uneducated when she wouldn't leave me in peace and kept trying to say she hadn't done anything wrong and she did not know why I was acting like this. She wasn't mean or anything, just completely confused. She eventually gave up and got the doctor. My doctor DOES know the whole story, and had even prescribed sleeping aides when it first happened. My poor doctor had to sit there for more than a few minutes to get me calmed down. She ended up scheduling my knee MRI for next week so I have a little bit of time to myself at such a delicate time. I also got myself a referral to a shrink. So I think I may have made a bad impression. I like my doctor, but I think I scared her staff a little...
I feel really bad. I have not broken down in public since shortly after the funeral, and the nurse truly had no way of knowing what had happened. I don't know what I should do!


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