Why Does My Age Matter For My Hospital Visit? 😤 (kinda long)

A little back story on myself before I explain what happened today.

So I am 20 years old and I’ve lived a lot of life in my short 20 years. Most people joke I’m a 30 year old in a 20 year olds body. I’ve been working since I was 15. Graduated a year early. I became general manager of the all natural supplement store I was employed at when I was only 16 and worked there until the day they permanently closed. I worked at an apartment complex starting at my 18th birthday and quickly became the youngest assistant manager in company history at the age of 18. I made almost $60k a year at 18. I got married at the age of 19 to my now husband (27) and we became pregnant after TTC. I had identical MoMo twins but sadly had rare and deadly TRAP syndrome (one baby passes away very very early in pregnancy but keeps growing due to the other twin pumping blood. Only occurs is in identical twins and is so rare it’s crazy and heartbreaking and the living twin usually also passes away due to heart failure). My daughter is one of only a few living TRAP twins. My living was born 5lbs 3oz and my passed was a little over 2lbs. I spent 59 days in antepartum, and she spent 25 days in NICU after a planned c section at 34 weeks. I am now a SAHM while I finish nursing school and my dream is to work in the NICU and help babies like my daughter. I feel like I’m an amazing mother. Not in a narcissistic way but in the way that nothing in world makes me as happy as being her mommy. I know that statistically, she shouldn’t even be here, and I don’t waste a second of it and I’m so honored to be her mother.

Today I went to the ER with severe chest pain on the left side and shortness of breath. It feels like someone is squeezing my chest inside. Inhaling is extremely painful. I was scared I had a blood clot because I am high risk for them. I went in and apparently there was a young man about my age who came in a few minutes earlier than me with the same symptoms. I had no idea. I came alone. The nurse comes in and I told her what was going on and she goes “so you and your little friend came in at the same time with same problem so you want to tell me what that’s all about?” And practically accused me of coming in looking for drugs. I was taken aback. I said “I have no idea what you’re talking about I came alone?” And she goes “ohhh I’m sure. Two kids almost the same age come in at the exact same time with the exact same problem. Gooot it.” I was SO angry. I said “I had to leave my DAUGHTER, who was a NICU baby, with my father because my HUSBAND is working at the business he OWNS. So you’re going to take my EXCELLENT insurance that’s going to pay for this WHOLE VISIT and give me the proper care I deserve and need. I am 20 years old. Not a moron or a druggie” and she was like “yea sure”

She came back to start an IV to get blood work and told me I was going to be a hard stick with fragile veins (naturally itty bitty veins always been this way) and I said okay and just casually said it was even harder when I was pregnant. She had the audacity to say “well that’s why we have to take care of our bodies when we’re pregnant, you know so we don’t have premies” and walked out and I lost my SHIT. It made it even harder to breathe because I was so worked up. Nothing I could’ve done while pregnant could have caused or prevented what happened. I was so upset.

Nobody took me seriously. They ran a couple tests and gave me toridol and discharged me. I felt so lost.

The same nurse came back to give me toridol in my IV and take it out. I didn’t say a word to her just signed my discharge paper work. She gets the toridol and slams it in my IV. Which is supposed to be given slowly because it burns. She just plunged it in and it brought tears to my eyes. Then she slammed a huge syringe of saline knowing my itty bitty vein would blow because we talked about it before and it did. Quickly took the IV out after it blew. She slapped gauze and a band aid on and said “that will probably bruise” and walked out. That was it. I was sent to go home with no answer and still having trouble breathing. My arm is super puffy and swollen where the vein blew.

Still having trouble, but feel defeated. My primary doctor is having the test results sent to his office so he can tell me what’s actually going on. I’m appalled. Why does my age make me a bad mother or a drug addict or the reason I had a premie?? Why was I not given the proper medical treatment or answers? They didn’t even tell me the results of my x ray. Just so upset with the way I was treated and needed to vent.

ADDED***

I KNOW toradol is supposed to be given slowly because I learned that in one of my classes. I looked it up. “IV bolus must be given over no less than 15 seconds” and she literally slammed it in like one second. SO painful.