It amazes me when people go to the emergency room when they get a cut on their finger. "It required 10 stitches!" Umm no, it required superglue and a bitch sticker. "But it could get infected!" Yeah, if you use that finger as a poop knife. It's incredible how people will spend thousands of dollars for booboos.
Exactly right. My criteria for an ER visit is: excessive wound bleeding that will not stop, severe difficulty breathing, severe chest pains, severe dehydration that cannot be remedied at home for whatever reason.
Once I was in getting my arm sewn up after falling down the stairs and catching the corner of a metal picture frame, and the woman in the bay next to me told the doctor “my elbow hurts”. I shit you not. I’m bleeding through layers and layers of gauze and starting to feel faint, and this person is in the ER because her elbow hurt 🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️
Yeah, I pretty much have to be dying or at the very least, incoherent for me to go to the ER. If I get sick, I know what to do, the doctor is going to say the same thing (or at least it used to be that way), get plenty of rest, plenty of fluids, and plenty of vitamins. It took one visit to the doctor when I was 10 to figure out that they can't kiss my booboos to make it any better. I can count on one hand my return visits only because I was forced to by parents.
It amazes me when people go to the emergency room when they get a cut on their finger. "It required 10 stitches!" Umm no, it required superglue and a bitch sticker. "But it could get infected!" Yeah, if you use that finger as a poop knife. It's incredible how people will spend thousands of dollars for booboos.
Exactly right. My criteria for an ER visit is: excessive wound bleeding that will not stop, severe difficulty breathing, severe chest pains, severe dehydration that cannot be remedied at home for whatever reason.
Once I was in getting my arm sewn up after falling down the stairs and catching the corner of a metal picture frame, and the woman in the bay next to me told the doctor “my elbow hurts”. I shit you not. I’m bleeding through layers and layers of gauze and starting to feel faint, and this person is in the ER because her elbow hurt 🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️
Yeah, I pretty much have to be dying or at the very least, incoherent for me to go to the ER. If I get sick, I know what to do, the doctor is going to say the same thing (or at least it used to be that way), get plenty of rest, plenty of fluids, and plenty of vitamins. It took one visit to the doctor when I was 10 to figure out that they can't kiss my booboos to make it any better. I can count on one hand my return visits only because I was forced to by parents.
Worse rhat they spend that on theor pets.
My buddy got charged 6k for a dog that got bit nyba water moccasin. A he needed was a couple benadryl. Veterinarians are bitches too