My experience at Mercy this time was subpar.  Here comes someone in who legitimately thinks they have had a stroke, only mildly low blood sugar and I didn’t even get saline in my IV despite knowing I’m horribly dehydrated.  I was in and out in 2 hours.  I stumbled out of there just BARELY getting normal and able to move, in my bare feet.  They came up with no diagnosis for something so severe I suffered, I would have thought I’d spend at least a couple hours being observed.  They wouldn’t even label it low blood sugar.  I got a diagnosis of “weakness”.  No, I’m sorry, it was beyond weakness.  If it were generalized weakness I would have rather spent my time at home.  Once again though, I begged to go to southshore, but I was such in need of “quick” care that they insisted I go to Mercy.  The best part is that Monroe Community Ambulance continues to prove to me their inability to get their shit together and get a story right.  It’s amazing the details they fuck up reporting.  They caused everything that happened with me last year, they reported Ava as having severe prior medical conditions, reported that I am a postmenopausal woman with breast cancer, and today I was a 30 year female.  I am not 30 anymore.   Telling the paramedics that I can’t feel my body apparently wasn’t important enough.  He placed in my hand a tube of pasty liquid glucose and told me to eat it.  Well that was all nice and stuff except I couldn’t get my hand to my mouth.  Every time I tried to put it in my mouth it ended up smashing me in the left cheek.  By time I got to the hospital I was covered in pink glucose.   The dumbass paramedic (or EMT not sure) was told I have bad Raynauds Phenomenon and had already lost circulation in my hands and feet, plus I was in lots of pain, so what does he do?  Tries to poke my finger to get blood for a glucose test.  If you haven’t got blood out of a finger after 2 minutes of squeezing, and then repeating on every finger, it’s NOT coming, trust me.    My body was so numb at the hospital I couldn’t feel my own bladder.  I had to be cathetered because I couldn’t feel it.  So I had CT and magically I’m gone in 2 hours? After symptoms that severe?  Granted I would have requested a transfer somewhere else or walked out and relocated myself, but still a saline drip and observation should have been used.  When I left that hospital I was so unsure of what was happening.  I still wasn’t normal and still am not now.  Now every time I get a strange sensation I worry for a minute.  The funny thing is again they tried to blame it on anxiety.  I DO NOT have anxiety, and have NOT had anxiety since Ava was born.  I had no reason to be anxious.  This just goes to show I cannot begin to change my judgement of this hospital despite giving Ava good treatment.    This isn’t the type of place I would trust with a loved one, because you have no idea if you are going to be treated good or bad.  I felt they should have monitored me longer, even despite my hatred for them, just to be sure.
THEN
Caitlyn went to the same hospital just 10 hours later because she needed stitches in her foot from something we have no idea how happened.  When I came home and seen this straight cut on her foot I was shocked.  We waited all day because I just wasn’t sure if it was deep enough for stitches.  After we did our fireworks this evening, she started crying saying it hurt so we took her in.  She got 4 stitches, and they were OK with her.  I just want to scream.   I felt so bad though, I have a picture of her with her glove blown up, stickers and bandage.  She is my 1st child to need stitches!
Thanks to my special friend for keeping my spirits up, my appreciation will be shown in more ways than one…
Anyway, since I don’t have the attention span at the moment to re-write the story, here is what I copied from my Facebook post which is a recount of what happened.

Today I guess I have to be thankful I am alive and what everyone believed was happening wasn’t. I thought I was going to end up the same fate as my dad and I was freaked out the entire time. Last night at 2a.m. I was shutting down my computer and I told Matt that something isn’t right, my vision was off I was seeing objects in 3D or double vision. That intensified and then I remembered the feeling of a water balloon popping in my head. Immediately a rush of “electricity” it felt like went from my head down my body causing every limb and my face to feel like dead weight. I couldn’t talk right, but was still consciously aware of everything. At least my thought process was still ok. I was taken by ambulance to the hospital where eventually I returned to normal, within about 3 hours. Thankfully it was not a stroke, but rather, extremely low blood sugar. I’m very well experienced in low blood sugar seizures and mental status because of my sister and this was not the norm for what I know. Usually you can feel it coming on, and this was pretty instant. It probably had a lot to do with me not feeling well and not eating too much this past week , and then overloading on carbs for dinner (italian), and caused me to “crash”. It bothers me a lot though, because being out of control and in temporary paralysis is scary, and now I have a pretty good idea of what a stroke actually feels like because I had every matching symptom. 10 hours later and I still have lots of residual effects, but am ok. I’ll carry around my glucose meter even though I’m not diabetic and will carry around glucose tabs from now on. I’ve so had enough but I’m not ready to quit my battle yet.