Until recently, I was as fit as a fiddle but since the start of 2016 experienced a broken limb, which wasn't diagnosed until a few weeks later and to be honest the whole thing wasn't very pleasant and I developed a bit of anxiety about medical professionals because I felt I wasn't being taken seriously - I know this is irrational but I also had a lot of other things happening and I was probably quite depressed.
My partner works in a medical field. He believes and always has that the answers to life's problems can be found in a pharmacy. He loves hospitals, which I know sounds a bit weird, but I think he gets off on the drama a bit. Also loves reading accounts of doctors/nurses having done something wrong and being disciplined or struck off.
Anyway, I had a tooth abscess over the weekend, really painful but was managing ok with pain relief and gargling with mouthwash and so on. Yesterday I 'overdosed' - took 12 painkillers rather than the recommended 8. I did not do this on purpose but I lost track of how many I'd had. DP found out and was getting really intense about it telling me to go to A and E. I was saying oh, come on, I'm fine - but to placate him rang 111. To my surprise they recommended A and E too.
So I saw his face light up and off we went. Registered, got ignored for two hours, and it hurt my healing limb to sit for so long on hard chairs. Then had bloods taken. All the time DP was harassing the receptionist. At 2 am (went in at 10) was told it would be another 4 hours, I had to set off for work at 7.
I feel so angry with myself I suppose, I'm exhausted and overwrought but also with DP. He really gets off on the drama and denies it but he would just happily sit in a hospital all day. He kept trying to get me to ask for pain relief.
I don't know, I'm just pissed off that I could have spent yesterday night bathing my tooth tucked up in a comfy bed and instead spent it at a and e and did not need to.