OUCH!

So this weekend had its ups and downs. My roommate came over and spent the night Friday night. We had lots of fun catching up and stuff. While she was there we both got phone calls on our cells that we got the room we wanted in the sorority house! YAY! So that made us very happy. We didn't end up going to the lake though because we just spend too much time talking and well neither of us really felt like swimming and there isn't much shade by the lake. So, we sat at home and watched Save the Last Dance and A Walk to Remember. So overall it was a good time. Then Saturday I woke up with a sore back. I just figured I had slept weird and assumed it would go away with time. However, it did not go away, it got worse! So I took some pain medication and put a heating pad on it and tried to go to sleep. I planned on going to the waterslides in Tulare with Darren on Sunday, but when I woke up Sunday morning I could barely move. So my dad took me to the emergency room. Ok, this was an experience. First off I get there and I wait, which is expected. Then the nurse calls me in to take my blood pressure and pulse, etc. Then she tells me that they don't have any beds available so I would have to wait for a while. She wasn't very nice and made me feel like I was an inconvenience more that a patient. So here I am complaining of back problems and she wants me to walk back out into the waiting room, which wasn't a problem except the door was heavy and I could barely push it open, it hurt so bad. But she didn't turn around or offer to help or anything. So I finally get called in again after a little while of waiting and they give me a bed in the hallway! I was told to sit on the bed, which I could barely get on because it was high up and my back was hurting right around my shoulder blades which made it hard for me to push myself up onto the bed. Then I'm sitting there in the hallway and everyone who is bad enough to be admitted gets wheeled past me and everyone who is coming into the er walks past me. Yeah, I felt like a freak show. Anyways, no one even asked me how I was doing or talked to me for an hour. Yeah they pretty much ignored me. I didn't have anything to lean my back against and it kinda hurt to lay down so there I sat. At one point a nurse even walked up to my bed and took apart the machine that was at the end of my bed. She didn't' say hi, or someone will be right with you, or are you ok or anything. She didn't even look at me. It was like I was invisible. I was kinda thinking, this is ridiculous because all they need to do is give me a prescription for some muscle relaxers. I knew that was all they were going to do and it would take them like a minute to do. Finally a doctor came to see me and he told me I had some really bad spasms. So he wanted to give me a shot to make it better and then prescribe some muscle relaxers. WELL DUH! I can't believe it took that long for him to say that. So, lets keep in mind that I'm in the hallway in front of everyone. The nurse comes back in like 20 minutes and is like we need to give you this shot in your butt. I was like, um not here. So, they took me into a bathroom and yeah that was pretty dumb. So anyways then I got to leave finally. Then, we went to get the prescription filled and the computers at the pharmacy were down so they couldn't fill the prescription. So we had to go to another pharmacy and yeah it was going to be a while, so my dad took me home and then went back to town to get the prescription. Whatever shot they gave me didn't really work so finally when I took the pills they knocked me out and made me feel a little better. But anyways, that was my weekend. Lesson learned, Porterville Hospital sucks!