Since 10 am this morning I have been sitting in the emergency room at UNC Hospital. They are so backed up with patients I heard one doctor call it “the land of the lost.” That’s not a bad description of how it feels to be installed in a room and then ignored for over an hour. I can’t decide if this is better or worse than 2 hours in the waiting room with the TV blaring. Fortunately, I didn’t have to decide – I got both.
You may be wondering why I am here. I have somehow managed to get poison ivy AGAIN. I just had it 5 months ago, 5 months before that, and about a year before that. It appears that my front and back yards are both blessed with the evil weed, and I tend to get infected after doing major yard work, like liberating my catus from a nasty, thorny vine.
Having been through this so many times lately, I know exactly what I need. Only steroids can give my skin the strength it needs. Special soaps and ointments don’t help. Waiting doesn’t help. By tomorrow it will be so swollen that I will barely be able to walk. I need some prednisone, stat.
Unfortunately it takes weeks to get an appointment with any local dermatologist, and that’s if you’re lucky enough to snag someone else’s cancellation. So here I am in the E.R. for 3 1/2 hours now and still haven’t seen a doctor. There has to be a better way!