My Trip to the ER during the Pandemic

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Buckle up, because you are about to read all about my crazy adventure to the ER, right in the middle of a pandemic. This story is a little bit scary, a little bit heartwarming, and looking back, it’s even a little bit funny. 

I had been having some lower back pain for a few months. If I stood for more than 20-30 minutes, I had to sit or lay down. You may know that I suffer from anxiety disorder so the idea of walking into a doctor’s office, or a hospital during a pandemic was the furthest thing from my mind. I would rather just lay in my bed for weeks with an ice pack on my back, accepting the great deal of pain I was feeling, then go anywhere near a germ factory.

Of course, the back pain wasn’t all I was suffering from. I started feeling these sharp pains in my abdomen suddenly. They started on the left… moved to the right, and then back to the left. I had gone straight to Dr. Google, as I tend to do, and found 10 different ways I was about to die. Panic set in. It was my appendix. It was an ovarian cyst. It was one of 12 types of cancer. Dr. Google can never just provide results like “you’re totally ok, just breathe.” Even if you have a tiny bump on your hand, Dr. Google will make you believe you only have an hour to live.

On the second day of these sharp pains, my husband recommended that we go to the ER. He had taken our 11 year old, a few months ago after she sliced her knuckle open and needed stitches. They both told me how empty the ER was and how friendly the staff was. I thought about it for only a minute or so before I burst into tears. There was no way I was going in. What if something was really wrong? What if they had to admit me? What if I needed surgery? During a pandemic, they don’t allow visitors. I didn’t want to be alone.

Of course, there was the part of my brain that was trying to convince me that a week or two alone in a hospital would be like the vacation I’ve been craving. Being fed three meals a day that I don’t have to cook, watching whatever I wanted on TV, no one asking me for juice or a snack. I guess being locked up in your home for seven months can make anything look like a vacation.

But my anxiety took over and convinced me that I would be better off just dealing with the pain. I drank a lot of water (because in my head that’s the cure for everything). I laid in bed, didn’t do anything strenuous and binged a Hulu series that I’ve been wanting to watch. The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became. Eventually, I was so nauseous that I put a bucket by the side of the bed, just in case. I fell asleep that night with the promise to myself that if I was still in pain that following morning, I was going to the ER. While that nausea could have been anxiety related, it could also mean something was really wrong.

When I woke up, I had accepted my decision and I told my husband I was ready for him to take me to the emergency room.

I'm sharing the story of my trip to the emergency room, right in the middle of the pandemic.

We masked up and headed to our local ER. It’s a fairly new, smaller facility, which made me feel better about being in an ER during a pandemic.

We walked in and were greeted by 5 staff members, standing behind a giant plexiglass shield. They all had masks on. There was no one in the lobby. One of the nurses asked us to stand behind the red line and asked what I needed to be seen for. I shared quickly and was hoping they would just bring me back to a room before I changed my mind. She then asked my husband to wait in the car, because

“we have COVID patients coming in.” 

If my legs hadn’t gone as weak as they did, I would have run out of that door and straight back to the car. But by the time I snapped out of it and looked behind me, my husband was already outside and the nurse was waiting at the door for me to come in. 

She took me back, through a large empty area with covered computers. It looked almost like this facility hadn’t been used in a while or they just got their equipment. It was quiet and I began to feel like I was in a zombie movie. I didn’t see any other patients in the rooms we passed. The nurse took my blood pressure (which was high, as it tends to be), checked my temperature (which was normal) and asked me a number of questions including how much I weigh. And though I hadn’t weighed myself since March because snacking was what was keeping me sane for seven months, luckily the bed was a scale, so she could tell me just how much weight I had put on. Awesome. Remind me to go on a diet STAT.

The doctor walked in just minutes later, asking all of the questions that I had just answered. He pressed down on my stomach, listened to my heart and commented on how fast it was beating. I wasn’t planning on telling them that I suffer from anxiety disorder, just because when I do, they tend to dismiss most of what I’m feeling as being “in my head”. But considering he looked concerned about my heart rate, I told him and that seemed to satisfy him.

He ordered bloodwork, a urine test and a CT scan. He also told the nurse to start an I.V. and to give me something for nausea (probably because I told him about the night before).

Walking into the restroom, I was careful about how much I touched. I washed my hands twice… once for the pee and once for the possible germs.

The bloodwork was a breeze. I didn’t even feel the needle. She couldn’t get the I.V. in the same spot, so she wound up asking another nurse to get the I.V. going on my other arm. He was even more gentle than she was. He gave me an anti-inflammatory for my back and zofran for the nausea. So far so good.

arm with an iv attached

My two youngest daughters FaceTimed me to make sure I was okay. I showed them my IV and tried to show them that I was smiling behind my mask.

I closed my eyes for a bit, to try to relax. By then, a few other patients had arrived. The staff was still walking around with a very chill disposition. Considering what they have to worry about and deal with on a daily basis, during a pandemic, I found that very comforting. 

Moments later, the doctor returned…

“Did you know that you’re anemic?”

No. I’m not anemic. At least I don’t think I am. I’ve never been told that before. He proceeded to read the results, stating that my hemoglobin levels were extremely low. He said that would explain why my heart was beating so fast. Though, at that moment, it was beating even faster because now I began wondering how I’m suddenly anemic and how that’s going to affect the rest of my life.

He started asking me if I’ve been bleeding recently. No… I’m sure I would have noticed that. He said he would need to run some tests to figure out why I’m losing so much blood. 

And that’s when my panic truly set in. I just kept thinking he must have gotten it wrong. This has to be a mistake. 

They still hadn’t allowed my husband to come in, though they told me that they would bring him back inside after the bloodwork. I wanted to leave. I wanted to just pretend I had never gone there, pretend they didn’t find this new condition, pretend this was all a dream. But I couldn’t. I was hooked up to an I.V. and the nurse was already on her way in with a gown, asking me to take off everything from the waist down because the doctor was going to do a rectal exam.

A rectal exam? Yes, it’s exactly what you think it is. 

I’m in the ER because my back hurts and I have pains in my abdomen, but I was getting a rectal exam because suddenly I’m anemic. I asked the nurse if she has a “worse case scenario” when she goes to the doctor, because I’m pretty sure I was experiencing mine. She then told me about a tube that they stick down your throat, all the way into your stomach which is much worse than what I was about to experience. I’m not sure if that was meant to distract me from what was about to happen, or what, but it did take my mind off of things, at least until the doctor walked back in and put his gloves on.

Once this worst case scenario was over (I can tell you it wasn’t as awful as I imagined but also wasn’t something I’ll be rushing to do again anytime soon), he took the test to the lab and told me they would be in to take my CT scan shortly.

looking out from an er room

I sat there with my eyes closed, accepting that I was anemic. Thinking that maybe that was the reason for a number of my anxiety-related symptoms. So much made sense suddenly. But I was also trying my best not to google “anemia” for fear of what I might read. 

What seemed like an eternity later, my husband was escorted back to my room. I think he could see it in my eyes that I was ready to leave and if not, I made sure to tell him a number of times. I caught him up on everything. If he was concerned about my newfound anemia, he didn’t show it, though I do think I caught him praying at one point. All I kept telling him was that I wanted to go home. I wanted them to unhook me and go back to my own bed. I wasn’t prepared to be given news like this, or to have a finger in my butthole, but here we are. I was done. I had had enough. I was ready to leave.

Just as he was trying to talk me down, my escort to the CT scan arrived. He explained as much as he could before we left. He also shared that my pregnancy test (which I was unaware that they even did) came back negative (which was no surprise since I had my tubes tied nearly 8 years ago). I noticed his demeanor… mostly because if I was ever in the hospital and needed serious x-rays or a CT scan, he was exactly the person I wanted to be in control of those tests. His voice was calm and reassuring. He even spoke directly to my husband to let him know that he would take excellent care of me and that we would be right back.

As we walked over to the CT scan room, he continued to explain the procedure. He said when he injects the dye, I would feel a warm sensation that starts in my throat and makes it way down to my stomach. He said although it would feel strange, it would only last a minute. He walked me through every single aspect of that test, constantly asking if I was comfortable, if I was okay and if I was ready for him to proceed with the scan. 

His calm tone and kind words were exactly what I needed.

I’ve got you. You’re safe.

That warm feeling he told me about was definitely strange. It felt like someone had injected warm liquid into my ears. I could feel it making it’s way down my chest, into my abdomen and then I had a sudden urge to use the bathroom… but then it just disappeared, just as quickly as it started.

When the scan was over, he walked me back to the room. He asked me about my weekend and told me that he worked most of his. We talked briefly about how different things are right now, because of the pandemic. He hooked my I.V. back up and let me know that the doctor would be in, in about 30 minutes with the results.

I stared at the clock. With every minute, I knew I was closer to going home. And then the Dr. walked in. He went around to the left side of the bed and said the CT scan showed nothing abnormal, which was great news, but also not good news because that meant they still didn’t know what was causing my pain.

Then he did something that I wasn’t expecting. He apologized.

Turns out, the blood test results that he read to me weren’t mine. Their computers were down and he was handed what he thought were my results, but in fact, they were someone in another room. I am not anemic. In fact, my levels are completely normal, aside from a mild UTI. It was relief, followed by an apology.

I’m sorry about the rectal exam. 

Well, I was sorry about it too, but at that moment, I was just so grateful that I was healthy that I didn’t care that I got a complimentary finger in my butt.

Side note: While I was typing this, I stopped to read it out loud and I can’t stop cracking up. My teenage daughter is sighing very loudly next to me, over and over again. I’m not sure she wants her friends to read this part. Listen… it’s something most of us will have to experience at least once in our lives and well, it makes a great story now that I can laugh about it.

Anyway, back to the story. After writing a prescription for an anti-inflammatory, an antibiotic and some strong ibuprofen, I was told I could get dressed and head home. Still no answers as to what I have been feeling. But also, nothing so serious that I couldn’t go home and wait for it to pass on it’s own.

I left the building grateful for the outcome and having learned a few things:

  1. Wearing a mask for 3 hours was awful and annoying, but it doesn’t compare to the medical staff that have to wear them for long shifts, without breaks, every single day. Stop complaining about having to wear them, and be grateful for these incredible people who are putting their health (and their family’s health) at risk for the health and benefit of their patients.
  2. I need to stop putting myself and my health on the back burner. While this time turned out to be something that isn’t serious, I took it as a lesson learned. It is important to get regular checkups and if something doesn’t feel right, don’t wait to get it checked out. 
  3. That ER was cleaner than the grocery store, during a pandemic. The staff is doing everything they can to ensure that they keep things safe for everyone. If you have to visit an ER, a hospital or a doctor’s office, don’t be afraid to go. 

And that’s the story of my trip to the ER during a pandemic. A day I’m not likely to forget anytime soon.

Have you or your family had to go to the ER during the pandemic? What was your experience like? Comment below and let me know!

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  1. Sorry to hear you went through all this and didn’t really get answers. It is certainly stressful getting exposed to covid in a medical setting. Hopefully things worked out for you!

  2. I am so glad that you are okay. I can’t stop laughing at “complimentary finger up my butt.” LOL

  3. This was something I needed to read before I went to the walk-in clinic for my UTI! I was so anxious. Glad everything worked out!

  4. Eeek, what an experience. Oddly enough, I have been anemic my whole life. It affects my sleep schedule, my heart beat, my weight to a degree, and my energy level. Just getting out of bed is a job for me. But I am used to it. Fortunately, I am very healthy otherwise. But I have NEVER had to get a rectal exam for my anemia!!!! There’s no way I would let them after having it my whole life, lol.

  5. I’m so sorry you had to go through all of this! Thank goodness they were able to figure things out and give you a prescription to help! I hope you’re feeling better soon. So grateful for all of the health care workers out there working hard and helping to keep us safe.

  6. What an experience you have had! I don’t really enjoy going to the hospital so I know exactly how you felt, so glad that everything is okay and that you are healthy

  7. Heather,
    What an experience, indeed.
    Hugs to you and a huge thank-you to all the doctors and medical personnel who took care of you.

  8. One of my fears during this pandemic is having to go to the ER I’ve heard some really awful stories out there. I can only imagine how scared you were. What a scary ordeal you had to experience but I am glad in the end everything turned out ok.

  9. I’m sorry to hear about this experience. I’m sure it was really hard and super scary! I’ll be praying for you.

  10. I have never imagine how hard it is to be in ER during this pandemic. To be honest, I am praying in my mind while reading this article of yours asking not to happen these things to me during this pandemic, I just cant!

  11. Oh my gosh, what a frightening experience! I hope that your recovery is a quick one and that you’re back to normal again as soon as possible.

  12. Good to hear that you will be on the road to recovery soon. I know that it’s an anxious time to be in any type of doctor’s office or hospital right now so I’m glad to hear it was a good experience.

  13. It is such a nerve-wracking time right now. I’m glad to hear that your experience was better than expected. I hope you continue to feel better!!!! 🙂

  14. Wow, this is definitely the worst case scenario type of ER visit in my head too, what an awful experience. I’m glad you’re able to pause and laugh now but I read that as a whole lot of wrongs went down in that visit. I hope you are feeling much better.

  15. This is really helpful!! Knowing about the process makes me feel better to visit the ER. Thank you!

  16. This is a very sensitive and personal post. I want to say thank you for sharing your experience to others. I hope it helps provide light to anyone going through a tough time right now x

  17. Oh! What a day! I can feel your worries about what might be the results of you tests. I am glad that everything seems normal.

  18. Well yeah, I had to go to the ER during the pandemic and I am fine after my treatment. I was completely avoiding going to the GP or hospital but because of certain circumstances, I had to go to the hospital for the treatment (yahoo). I must say that now don’t delay your regular checkups.

  19. Wow wow wow. Such an interesting experience. I know what you’ve been through, sometimes I feel I have myself an anxiety disorder. I’m also familiar to anemia, but I’m glad I overcome it now. This was surely a lifetime experience 🤗

  20. What an experience this must’ve been for everyone. Just walking into places these days can be something out of a movie.

  21. Sorry you had to experience this but glad to hear you’re ok! I recently went to the ER during the pandemic and was told I had gout? So random because I do not eat a lot f the high risk foods.

  22. Haha, I cracked up over the “I’m sorry about the rectal exam” as well. Yikes! I’m glad your experience wasn’t awful though. I’ve heard great things about the ERs. I haven’t been yet, but my daughter is nuts and my husband is deployed, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I had to go at some point :/

  23. Everybody makes mistakes, and it was refreshing to hear that he owned up to it so quickly and honestly. Sounds like they have a great staff at that hospital! Glad you are well with no serious issues, too

    1. Haha I can imagine how your daughter sighed when you couldn’t stop laughing at your experience.

  24. Wow, what a deal. So sorry you had to go through all this…especially in the midst of a pandemic. I hope you’re doing better now.

  25. Thank you for sharing! I haven’t been to the ER during the pandemic but I am having a little girl via c-section on 12/4 which is still going to be crazy with the pandemic. I’m also sorry they had read the wrong lab results, that’s not good!!

  26. Crazy story! Glad you were able to get it sorted out. I was totally laughing at Dr. Google! I always do that, or go straight to Web MD and self diagnose…lol Then my thoughts spin wildly on the different possibilities for my symptoms.

  27. Wow. Your trip to the ER sure does sound like an ordeal! I too would be worried about going and wearing a mask for hours! Glad you’re okay now!

  28. I’m glad that what was intially a terrifying experience turned out to be a little less scary than when you started. It’s never fun to go to the hospital, but having to go during a pandemic? That’s truly scary.

  29. Wow! What a crazy story! I literally laughed out loud when the dr. apologized. I broke my arm last week and debated long and hard about going to the emergency room for that reason. I ended up finding an Urgent Care facility that does X-Rays and chose that instead. Hope you’ve gotten relief from the back pain.

  30. Dr. Google can be so mean 🤣 I also suffer from anxiety and can be a bit of a hypochondriac. That is crazy they mixed up the bloodwork! I’m always afraid of that happening. Either way, glad you aren’t anemic! Thanks for sharing your story with us, what a wild time.

  31. What a story, and that you also had to have a rectal exam. Thankfully, I’ve not had to visit the emergency room during this period.

  32. I would have been freaking out, too! I’m glad it ended up being less horrible than you thought. There is really something to be said for doctors, nurses, and technicians that have a good bedside manner.

  33. I am so glad I have not needed to go to a hospital or urgent care during this pandemic. It was good to know you got out with no corona issues

  34. Oh my goodness poor you! So sorry to hear about the mix up but thank goodness it wasn’t anything serious but well done for braving ER nonetheless!