Last week I went to the Emergency Room at Mercy Hospital in Iowa City. The hospital was easy to…read morefind. The emergency room entrance was easy to get to. There was abundant parking close by.
We entered and were immediately attended to by a cheerful person at one of the many check-in windows.
After my previous experience, I thought I should ask how long it might be before I could see a doctor.
"It's an emergency room, so right away," she responded smiling, but also looking a little perplexed.
I explained, "It's just that at the last emergency room I visited, the people were very unfriendly and they wouldn't tell us when I'd be seen by a doctor. They said it might be four hours."
She smiled and said at Mercy they try to have people with a doctor in triage within 5 minutes of their arrival. "Would you like a warm blanket?" she asked. "Not right now, thanks," I replied.
I felt like I was flying first class or checking in at some kind of fancy resort.
I asked where the restroom was.
She responded, "It's right over there. Here, take this," and handed me a urine sample cup. In most doctor's offices you sit in the waiting room, and then after a while see a nurse who gives you the sample cup, but only if its deemed necessary, and usually after you've already gone to the bathroom.
The moment I stepped out of the restroom the doctor was ready to see me.
So, I was being seen and cared for in minutes after my arrival.
A few more minutes later, there was a team of nurses and doctors surrounding me working on diagnosing what might be causing my abdominal pain -- asking me various questions to rule out bladder infection, pancreatitis, bowl obstruction, appendicitis, hernia, and various other possible causes. "You may need to go into surgery," one of them told me.
Comprehensive lab work was done with blood and urine samples. A full CT scan was performed by two technicians.
In all, I think there were about 12 medical professionals attending to me, including the doctors, nurses, CT technicians, lab technicians, and other staff.
It was the kind of care you'd imagine a dignitary or celebrity getting -- but that's just apparently how they treat everyone.
Well, the good news is that the sharp pain was apparently caused by a pulled abdominal muscle. I just needed to rest up and get better. After knowing it wasn't something more serious, my worries subsided and the pain subsided (with the help of the pain medication they gave me in my IV line).
I was home in time for lunch.