The patient was visiting her mother in the hospital when her mother was served lunch.
The visitor asked if she could have a tray as well and asked to have the tray charged to the mother’s account.
The nurse told the visitor that there were only enough trays for the patients but that the cafeteria was open until 1:30 PM for lunch.
The visitor said that she didn’t have money for the cafeteria and asked the nurse to order her a tray as previously requested.
The nurse said that she couldn’t do that.
Ten minutes later, there was a yell and the mother’s call light started ringing.
When the nurses went into the room, the visitor was sprawled out over the floor, moaning and tossing her head back and forth.
The mother said “She must have had a diabetic reaction. She’s diabetic, you know.”
No, we didn’t know. But that is a right fine piece of floor throwing, though.
So the patient is wheeled down to the emergency department in a wheelchair for evaluation of a “diabetic reaction” … when her glucose level was 147.
She reportedly got dizzy and passed out, so she was monitored and labs were done.
She hit her head when she fell and was complaining of a severe headache, so she received a CT scan of her head.
And she got a lunch tray.
After a full medical evaluation, telemetry monitoring, several thousand dollars in tests, a liter of IV fluid, and a lunch tray, the patient felt better and was deemed fit for discharge. Rather than going home, the patient expressed a desire to return to her mother’s room.
And so she left the emergency department in a wheelchair, content with the knowledge that her diabetic reaction did not result in any long-lasting effects … until at least dinnertime.
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