Instead of spending an exciting morning at work scanning articles for ILL and searching databases for non-existent studies, I'm sitting in the ER with my younger daughter who has had a bad headache for 24 hours, not touched by NSAIDs, sumatriptan, or even much by narcotics.
For some reason the Convenient Care section for the folks who don't have heart attacks or missing limbs doesn't open until 11am now (it used to 9), and they've put a child with a bad migraine, made worse by noise, in what is essentially a storage corner of a two bed resus room.
At least the monitors have finally been turned off.
She was given some steroids and a shot of Dilaudid over half an hour ago, and she says it actually has gotten worse. The nurse said that IM Dilaudid can make things worse for a few minutes, but by 20 minutes or so she should be feeling much better.
She's not.
At least she has a gurney to lie on. I'm sitting on a chair scrounged up from someplace, using the foot of the gurney for the laptop, and trying very hard to be really, really, small so I don't get hit by gurneys coming in and out.
I'm not impressed, and starting to wonder if we wouldn't have been better off at the ER in the next town over. On the other hand, at least once she's discharged, my husband can pick her up and I can clock in to work if there is enough time left. In another 90 minutes there won't be much point.
Hopefully the nurse will be in soon with the discharge paperwork so we can tell her that the meds aren't working.
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