I hate long blogs, so I broke this one up..at the ER

So, when the nurse came out to triage and asks "are YOU my patient" with a smirk on his face, it makes you feel really good...I love being known in all the ERs. This time I was VERY grateful that I hadn't delivered a difficult patient to them that day. The nurse saw me writhing in pain, and my blood pressure of 140/100 and decided that something was up. They took me back to a room (the room that we always put our really sick patients, by the way...I didn't think I was that sick). I saw the doctor that was working and recognized him from when I did my clinicals in school. I loved this guy, he was just a generally good guy. Well, they told me that one of the P.A.'s would be seeing me, more than likely. So, my supervisor went and talked to Dr. Goldenburg who then said "oh, yeah, I'll see her right now." The doctor came in (much to my relief), poked around on my belly, asked me the usual questions, and then said "how about you get and IV and some pain meds, then we'll talk." YES!!!! I knew I loved this guy. So, to sum up, one IV, two narcotics, and one anti-puke drug later, I felt pretty dang good. They did an ultrasound and saw no gallstones, but said my gallbladder was a little enlarged. Dr. Goldenburg said "well, the tests were pretty much inconclusive, but my gut (no pun intended) is telling me that it was your gallbladder. You presented as a classic case. You could have had a single stone that passed before we could catch it on the ultrasound." So, they sent me home with a prescription for Prevacid and Lortab and told me to follow up with my primary care doctor. My supervisor was amazing, staying with my up until 10 minutes before I was discharged, seeing to it that I got the care I needed, and even offering to drive me across the county, to my home afterwards. My very close friend, when she heard I was in the ER, dropped what she was doing, and came up to stay with me and drive me home. While initially, I thought that the urgent cares being closed was a "curse", later I realized it was truly a blessing. No way would I have gotten all the tests done so quickly (or the pain meds, either) if I hadn't been in an ER. Just goes to prove that "someone" is watching out for our best interest, even if we don't know it at the time.