moialiceme
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When my daughter was about 18 months old she ended up getting a bad cold. Fairly normal for any kid but we kept a close eye on it. After about a week it started to go away slowly. One day two weeks later we received a call from the daycare asking us to pick her up because she had a high fever.
I took her home and gave Advil to her, the dosage based on her age. It did nothing and eventually I took her to the hospital. They simply gave her a larger dose of Advil which brought her fever down and sent us home.
The next day, her fever was back up, and a mixture of Advil and Tylenol , was not bringing it down. Again the fever was high enough to be a concern, and I took her to the hospital again. They gave her another high dose of Advil and sent us home again , saying there’s nothing wrong with her.
This happened the next day as well, but this time when I took her to the hospital, they told me to stop bringing her in, that there was nothing they could do for her. At this point, my daughter had gone from being a happy, playful toddler, to hanging onto me as I carried her like a sleepy monkey, that could hardly hold on. She had no energy and her eyes were always just half open and her mouth hanging open. She had trouble breathing and it was crackly.
I drove across town from the hospital I was taking her to that was near my house, to a Children’s Hospital on the other side of town. I explained to them that she was sick two weeks ago, started getting better, but now it come back stronger. I explained to them that she had had a very high fever for the last number of days, what the other hospital had done, and pointed out how sick and lethargic she was, and crackly her breathing was.
Like the other hospital, they were trying to push me out the door and just send me home, and I steadfastly refused. Finally a nurse suggested we should try x Like the other hospital, they were trying to push me out the door and just send me home, and I steadfastly refused. Finally a nurse suggested we should try x-ray her lungs. Well, it turned out she had pneumonia. It was so advanced at this point, that 3/4 of her lungs were covered, and only 1/2 of one of her lungs was actually “functional” not yet covered in pneumonia.
They freak out and put her on antibiotics, fortunately, it was bacterial pneumonia, which could be treated with antibiotics, rather than viral pneumonia. They could tell because viral pneumonia would’ve covered the lungs completely not just partially. The prescription was not enough, after two weeks, she still had the crackly breathing, so our family doctor extended the prescription with a higher dosage, which got rid of it completely.
I went back to the first hospital to complain. I told him what it happened how they had dropped the ball by refusing to treat my daughter. Well, it turns out that they had no record of me talking to a doctor whatsoever. The doctor told me not to come back, had never signed any record of our visit. The only note in her record was that a nurse had dealt with us. So each time we had seen a doctor they purposely left their name off of things in case something went wrong. So to the hospital, since there was no record of me, seeing a doctor, only a nurse, I was unable to file a complaint, even though I was pointing at the doctor that had walked by and said “that’s the fucking doctor I spoke to each time, right there”. the nurses, well trained though, made no effort to help us file a complaint.
The doctor at the Children’s Hospital, upon seeing the x-ray and knowing what I had been through at the other hospital, and also knowing that they try to push us away, said that my tenacity saved my daughter’s life. It was fear that made me dig my heels in and refuse to leave the hospital. I don’t know what made that nurse suddenly change her mind and ask for an x-ray (she said it was because I mentioned how the cold came back after two weeks, but I’ve been saying that to people for an hour, including her repeatedly) but I’m very lucky today to have my teenage daughter with me.
TL;DR
Two hospitals refused to look at my daughter with a dangerously high fever. Eventually got an x-ray and turned out she had severe pneumonia
I took her home and gave Advil to her, the dosage based on her age. It did nothing and eventually I took her to the hospital. They simply gave her a larger dose of Advil which brought her fever down and sent us home.
The next day, her fever was back up, and a mixture of Advil and Tylenol , was not bringing it down. Again the fever was high enough to be a concern, and I took her to the hospital again. They gave her another high dose of Advil and sent us home again , saying there’s nothing wrong with her.
This happened the next day as well, but this time when I took her to the hospital, they told me to stop bringing her in, that there was nothing they could do for her. At this point, my daughter had gone from being a happy, playful toddler, to hanging onto me as I carried her like a sleepy monkey, that could hardly hold on. She had no energy and her eyes were always just half open and her mouth hanging open. She had trouble breathing and it was crackly.
I drove across town from the hospital I was taking her to that was near my house, to a Children’s Hospital on the other side of town. I explained to them that she was sick two weeks ago, started getting better, but now it come back stronger. I explained to them that she had had a very high fever for the last number of days, what the other hospital had done, and pointed out how sick and lethargic she was, and crackly her breathing was.
Like the other hospital, they were trying to push me out the door and just send me home, and I steadfastly refused. Finally a nurse suggested we should try x Like the other hospital, they were trying to push me out the door and just send me home, and I steadfastly refused. Finally a nurse suggested we should try x-ray her lungs. Well, it turned out she had pneumonia. It was so advanced at this point, that 3/4 of her lungs were covered, and only 1/2 of one of her lungs was actually “functional” not yet covered in pneumonia.
They freak out and put her on antibiotics, fortunately, it was bacterial pneumonia, which could be treated with antibiotics, rather than viral pneumonia. They could tell because viral pneumonia would’ve covered the lungs completely not just partially. The prescription was not enough, after two weeks, she still had the crackly breathing, so our family doctor extended the prescription with a higher dosage, which got rid of it completely.
I went back to the first hospital to complain. I told him what it happened how they had dropped the ball by refusing to treat my daughter. Well, it turns out that they had no record of me talking to a doctor whatsoever. The doctor told me not to come back, had never signed any record of our visit. The only note in her record was that a nurse had dealt with us. So each time we had seen a doctor they purposely left their name off of things in case something went wrong. So to the hospital, since there was no record of me, seeing a doctor, only a nurse, I was unable to file a complaint, even though I was pointing at the doctor that had walked by and said “that’s the fucking doctor I spoke to each time, right there”. the nurses, well trained though, made no effort to help us file a complaint.
The doctor at the Children’s Hospital, upon seeing the x-ray and knowing what I had been through at the other hospital, and also knowing that they try to push us away, said that my tenacity saved my daughter’s life. It was fear that made me dig my heels in and refuse to leave the hospital. I don’t know what made that nurse suddenly change her mind and ask for an x-ray (she said it was because I mentioned how the cold came back after two weeks, but I’ve been saying that to people for an hour, including her repeatedly) but I’m very lucky today to have my teenage daughter with me.
TL;DR
Two hospitals refused to look at my daughter with a dangerously high fever. Eventually got an x-ray and turned out she had severe pneumonia