Back in January Ashley was diagnosed with Crohn's disease. Since then she has been in the hospital four times. Each time with terrible pain, same location, growing in intensity.
On Monday I took her to the ER when she had reached her tolerance for the pain she was in. She looked at me and said, "Let's go, momma. I am tired of being in pain."
How that raked my heart!
We went to the ER and I watched her continue to suffer. It seems that this hospital just isn't able to acknowledge and do something about the pain until it gets so bad that I have to go out to the nurse's station and open up a can of whoop ass on someone to get something done. Finally a doc comes in (TWO HOURS after the first request) and then things start to happen.
The CT exam showed a tennis ball sized abscess in her lower right intestine. The source of the pain had been identified... that is until they took her down to put a drainage tube in it. Then Ashley realized that the source of her pain was the actual doctors! She said she was awake during the whole procedure, that she told them she was in pain, crying out, and that she was ignored. She came back to the room in pain and so upset. Bob was beside himself.
I don't think Ashley would think it is funny to call her abscess Andre Agassi, but something the size of a tennis ball that is that big of a pain in the ass makes sense to me.
I am always looking for the silver lining... Ashley's ER visit was in the pediatrics wing! Proves she is still my "little girl!" The photo above came from the room she was in!
PS. I rarely use words of an unseemly nature on this blog... forgive me if this time I offended you!