My business partner (and one of my better friends) is getting married right now. Literally. Right now. I was supposed to be there, but clearly I'm not.
Maggie woke up this morning with a severe allergic reaction to antibiotics, which wound up with her in the emergency room via ambulance. Truth be told, it started Thursday night, and wasn't much improving over the last day or two. She tried to call her doctor, but was only allowed to talk to her nurse. The nurse was rude and dismissive. She called the kids doctor, since he's an allergist, but he refused to get on the phone.
Way to go, Mount Kisco Medical Group. Nice fucking job.
So this morning, when her eyes and mouth were swollen, we decided to go to the ER. But as she started to get ready, she nearly fainted. She asked me to call 911. The EMT guys, and the police, were totally stellar.
She's developed an allergy to pennicilin. She's never had one before. Nice that the folks at Mount Kisco Medical Group wouldn't take her seriously enough to actually discuss this with her.
Covered in hives as she is, she's in no condition to go to a wedding. And I'm not going to go more than 15 minutes from her. I'm taking the kids to a movie and dinner out, but I'll be in cell range AND within a short drive the whole time.
Ugh. Double ugh. One because I was really looking forward to the wedding. The other because Maggie is super-uncomfortable.
Love to all. Even you, the MKMG nurses who don't take female patients seriously.
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