Last night was Horrible.
I had a bad reaction to the Neulasta – Lots of leg pain, and peaked a fever of 100. Mom called the Dr, and then overreacted.
At the Dr’s instruction, she brought me to the Emergency Room of Houston Northwest Hospital.
What a combination of a Joke and a Pain to deal with.
We were there from about 2:30am until after 9:00am.
When we got a room, there was equipment with dried blood in it – not so sterile. Kept hoping they wouldn’t use that equipment on me.
I was poked and prodded, stuck with needles, x-rayed and had a “deep vein” test – they thought I might have a blood clot.
I kept telling them – And Mom – that I was “ok”, it was simply a bad reaction to the Neulasta, but no one would listen to me.
I Am So Mad At Mom for doing this to me.
At the end of the ordeal, they had me talk to the “financial advisor”… another ~financial advisor~.
I was told the cost of the visit would be over $1000, PLUS a bill for the Dr, PLUS separate bills for the tests.
Like I Have That Kinda Money.
I just wanted to Get Out Of There and get home.
Got back home about 9:40am this morning.
I Love Mom Dearly, but DAMN.