After a while my girlfriend finally came inside. I immediately asked her to grab one of the rental wheelchairs that were next to the entrance, because the road to the ER was several hundred yards away, I was never going to make that on foot. She grabbed on of them and she rolled me to the ER. Our 3-year old son was with us, because we couldn't find a babysitter on such short notice, so he was on my lap during the trip. I felt sorry for my slim girlfriend who had to push all that weight.
In Holland we have an ER system that works on urgency basis. Maybe this is the case everywhere, I don't know. But shortly after you arrive and you report your arrival, you get called in to the pre-screening room. An ER nurse there takes a look at you, asks you some questions and then decides your urgency. In my particular hospital, your urgency is labeled by a color. Green is non-urgent, orange is pretty urgent and red is immediately urgent etc. The colors decide how fast you are being helped.
She interviewed me and this was the first time I mentioned that I was scared that I was suffering from GBS. This nurse did actually know what GBS was, but (I assume due to it's rareness) didn't find that very likely. She said I probably suffered from something stress related. Nevertheless she labeled me Orange (pretty urgent) and I had to go back to the waiting room. Being back there I couldn't believe she thought it was stress. I couldn't walk! I couldn't speak well! But fine.
My son was getting a little tired so my girlfriend decided to take him to my mother in law, because we had no idea how long this was going to take. So there I was on my own.
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