Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I have a friend who uses the ER over regular doctors or urgent care because her insurance is through her husband, who is a fed, and she wants the higher bills to get her deductible each year. Once she hits that deductible, everything is paid for. It's how she's gotten two elective surgeries in the past three years. Elective as in she didn't really need it, but she found a doc who would do it, not elective as in plastic surgery.
Seems like every other week she's doing a check-in and obligatory picture post of her daughter's hospital wristband. The last 4 ER trips on her timeline took place from 9/21 to now... DD slid down the stairs and her butt hurts, DD stabbed herself with her mechanical pencil and is pretty sure there's lead stuck in her, DD shut her finger in her locker, and DD fell playing basketball and may need stitches (spoiler alert - she just got steri-strips because it was a goddamn skinned knee!).
I'm having lunch with this friend next week and I can't wait to find out what surgery she's gearing up for this year. Usually she's posting for prayers and "People who have had ____ done, talk to me about recovery" messages around this time of year.
It always amazes me how self centered people like this have any friends at all.
Anonymous wrote:This sounds like Munchausen by proxy.
Anonymous wrote:I have a friend who uses the ER over regular doctors or urgent care because her insurance is through her husband, who is a fed, and she wants the higher bills to get her deductible each year. Once she hits that deductible, everything is paid for. It's how she's gotten two elective surgeries in the past three years. Elective as in she didn't really need it, but she found a doc who would do it, not elective as in plastic surgery.
Seems like every other week she's doing a check-in and obligatory picture post of her daughter's hospital wristband. The last 4 ER trips on her timeline took place from 9/21 to now... DD slid down the stairs and her butt hurts, DD stabbed herself with her mechanical pencil and is pretty sure there's lead stuck in her, DD shut her finger in her locker, and DD fell playing basketball and may need stitches (spoiler alert - she just got steri-strips because it was a goddamn skinned knee!).
I'm having lunch with this friend next week and I can't wait to find out what surgery she's gearing up for this year. Usually she's posting for prayers and "People who have had ____ done, talk to me about recovery" messages around this time of year.
Anonymous wrote:You would think an ER nurse would know better. Her coworkers probably hate her. I don't think I've seen any of my coworkers bring their family members in for stupid things. In fact, most ER nurses only take their kids to the ER when their kid is literally dying.
doodlebug wrote:How do you know what the majority of people were there for? Did you take a poll? Last time I went to the ER it was 12:30 am and I had a nasty cut from work. I bled so much I never even saw the waiting room, was escorted directly inside. (Once I signed all the obligatory paper work with my hemorrhaging hand that is.) Totally get you OP. I have a friend or two like this as well. The really fun one will post check ins from the hospital, give no reason for the visit, get all the obligatory hope all is well notes (she's pregnant so everyone hopes the baby is OK) and then she'll come back later and post that she was there for a class or something like that.Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:This stuff blows my mind. I have literally been to the ER twice in my 50+ years of life. Once due to an allergic reaction - I probably didn't even NEED to go, but I didn't want to risk it, and another time because I thought one of my children had appendicitis and it was 3:30am. It's called an EMERGENCY room. It seems as if people treat it like it's a walk-in doctor's office/clinic. I do NOT understand it.
I agree. I was there recently when my husband was experiencing symptoms of a heart attack. The majority of people in there were there for garden-variety ailments. This was on a weekday morning--not even a weekend.