Trust me, I'm a Doctor

One of my favorite commercials is the Dr. Pepper commercial with Kelsey Grammer playing Frasier. The commercial ends with a close up of his face and him saying in a Frasier sort of voice … “Trust me, I’m a doctor.” (maybe this rings a bell for you)


So this is how my morning begins, Jason waking me wearing a blue surgical hat and mask around his neck as we are talking about my health. I had been up all night with diarrhea and my stomach had been cramping. Being pregnant, this was really emotional for me and of course concerned us both. So we are discussing my options and Jason is advising me to walk down to the hospital to be seen. The ice breaker of this emotional conversation for me was Jason giving me a goofy look with all his doctor gear on and saying, “Trust me, I’m a doctor.” It just made me laugh and cry all at once.


I got some great care today at the Hospital. Dr. Estrada saw me first, took my vitals, and asked me about all my symptoms. (There seems to be a stomach virus going around because I wasn’t the only one sick.) He wanted me to have an IV because I was dehydrated. Shortly after, the pediatrician on the American surgical team came in and talked with us as well. He explained to me why I would have experienced the cramping and asked me some further questions. Everyone felt confident that I was just dehydrated and that the baby was fine.


I’m probably one of the only people who have ever just walked in a hospital and gone straight to the head doctor’s office and seen immediately. Dr. Estrada then told me to go back to our house and get in my own bed and he would send someone down to put my IV in. What service! A little while later, an American nurse, Honduran nurse, and the hospital admin show up. They were all so sweet to me. Several other nurses then proceeded to come and check on me throughout the day. (Please excuse the fat head, clearly not feeling well here)

Dr. Jason watched over me all day. He changed all 3 of my IV bags, carried my IV when I had to go to the bathroom, and cleaned my pants. Cleaned my pants? You’re probably wondering why my pants? Dr. Jason removed my IV for me and gave me the task of placing the Band-Aid after he pulled it out. I accidently placed the Band-Aid a little low, so when he took out the IV, blood proceeded to squirt all over. (Dad, you would have never made it.) I was trying to catch it, but it ended up all over my pajama pants. It was one of those moments where we just had to laugh and be thankful that neither of us passed out.But all in all, I’m feeling so much better. We just ask that you all continue praying for our little one’s development and safety and just for my health. I’m so blessed by my husband’s willingness to constantly serve and watch over me and we are surrounded by wonderful family and friends here that offer us so much support and care.
But if you have any medical questions, you now know you can call on Jason Hollen, MD.

2 comments:

I had a stomach virus at the beginning of this pregnancy, too. It's just cruel to put a pregnant woman through that, especially one that is already dealing with morning/all day sickness. I thought I was going to die... and I think I told my dr. that, too. :) I hope you start feeling better really soon.

February 24, 2009 10:00 AM  

Oh dear friend...I will be praying for you. This post brought back memories of the laugh-cries, your "stones" in Spain and the utterly awful memory of Dedra's pesto from college. I love you dearly and I LOVE reading your blogs. Don't worry --- more people read it than you know...they just don't comment.
:) Love you!

February 24, 2009 1:55 PM  

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