Editors note: This fast-paced experience has caused me to have a back-log of blog entries, so I apologize that this one is a few days behind, but should be entertaining nonetheless. If you read the “Symptoms” post before this one, the story will flow!
After Monday’s cardiac testing, we were left with a lingering question that Dr. House had to answer.
Dr. Breaux, my cardiologist called me at 4:30PM on Tuesday evening as I was sitting in my office. “I got your blood results, and it’s not good. You’re red blood cells, white blood cells, and platelets are dangerously low. You need to go to to the Emergency Room right now and have a transfusion and get a bone marrow biopsy.”
You could have heard a pin drop.
But there was no panic. Things actually started falling into place.
Dr. Breaux said, “Go to the ER and ask for Dr. Broussard. He’ll be waiting for you. I’ve already set everything up for you.” (BONUS#1)
I said, “Gerard Broussard?” to which he replied, “Yes, you know him?” I said, “Sure do! My kids went to same school as his.” (BONUS#2)
Dr. Breaux said, “I’ve already contacted a friend of mine who specializes in this stuff, Dr. Cataldo, who is going to meet you at the hospital tonight to do the biopsy.” (BONUS#3)
It’s really all about who you know, isn’t it? Thank goodness I’m in the medical profession.
After Angela fed the kids, called the family,and I packed a bag, we headed to the Lake ER. The waiting room was about half full of some pretty banged up people, and I walk in with an overnight bag.
One problem. We didn’t have an insurance card because my insurance had changed over. We couldn’t get anyone on the phone from the company or any information. So we just gave them my old insurance card, which they took. (BONUS#4).
Within 5 minutes, I was whisked away (BONUS#5), and I only imagine what others in the waiting room were thinking.
It didn’t take very long for me to get in a room where I had blood drawn and got an IV. It was a very quiet floor. Not many patients. And it smelled of rich mahogany. Definitely Anchorman status (The first one. Not the second one.)
I realized that this was the first time I’d ever been admitted to a hospital. After years of visiting friends and family, and even treating (a handful of) patients at bedside, I thought, “This isn’t so bad…”
Until it was time for the bone marrow biopsy.
To be continued in Part 2: My First Bone Marrow Biopsy