It's going on 6 a.m. we just got home from the ER. I went into Afib/RVR and couldn't cardiovert myself at home so off to the ER at 3 a.m. Anyway, a couple of things I noticed.
Intake: Usually there would be an MA or whatever do the initial intake in the ER by doing vitals. Then an RN would come in and take all the pertinent information the blow by blow of what happened, what meds you take, etc.
This time only the MA did the initial intake.
Inside the ER: An RN did the rest of the pertinent information right in the ER resuscitation room.
Usually they'd draw blood labs full panel and do a chest x ray before the electrical cardioversion. This time...only electrolytes were tested for and no chest xray.
I'm thinking these are necessary cuts in the health care system due to staff shortages or some other financial thing like losing money during the pandemique. What do you think?
Also, this might be unrelated but after the pushed the Propofol and I was obviously out because I don't recall it, the Boy said he could hear them in the room shouting at me "Jersey can you hear me?" repeatedly for about 10 times. I guess they were trying to make sure I was under but that has never happened in all the times I ever went there for the same procedure. File that under miscellaneous.
The funny part: I don't know what you guys think I'm like in real life but I tend to crack jokes. Not non-stop or anything so that it would annoy you and sometimes sarcastically, but I also tend to use humor as a form of getting a point across and ice breaking or essentially putting others at ease. So anyway, they put you out with Propofol which I absolutely love because it just turns you off.
On the way out after discharge, this young man (who actually was the person whom the ER doc let push the button for the shock and I know this because the doc was reviewing it with him before they put me out) is the one who wheeled me out to the entrance, I thanked him for pushing the button whereupon he told me a story about me. He said I was so funny when I was coming out of the Propofol (after the shock) because as I was coming out from being under...he said that I said, "Haha I was only faking being asleep. You can shock me now".

Me: Are you joking?
Him: No you said that.
Me: I did not!
Him: Yes you did. (He's laughing the whole time)
Me: Swear!
Him: I swear
Me: Pinky swear!
Him: And darned if he didn't pinky swear it!

All the way home we discussed how on earth I could come up with a cogent and relevant sentence/joke like that and still stay in character as it were/be my authentic self, while still partly under the effects of Propofol.

k I'm off to bed now! Hope you enjoyed my little story and do give feedback if you feel like it about what I mentioned as possible cut backs and why you think that is the case now. Thanks!