42, male. 5'11, 200lbs. Healthy aside from topic issue...

My mother was recently diagnosed with CHF ontop of her Chrones, COPD, severe RLS and diver..cu..tic..u...something, lol. So over the last year, year and a half have been pretty rough on all of us. My brother and I basically take turns waiting on her, helping her. My brother can only do normal stuff for her like cook food, run around the house to grab things when she needs it, moves her back and forth from her room to kitchen as it's too much work for her with her Oxygen. He can't do anything that would involve leaving the house as he has Narcolepsy with Catoplexy. He has been a godsend for my mom regardless.

So when he sleeps, I basically do all the above mentioned..not to mention raise my kiddos, run errands for myself, son, brother, mother and my sister who lives across town. I have to fix the vehicles, do the shopping, the yard, plumbing, etc etc etc. So i spend a lot of time on my feet.

And here comes the issue...
When I do sleep, it's usually for 4ish hours and I almost -never- sleep lying down. It's almost always sitting up in my chair. And that causes my legs to swell. Especially my right leg. Over time they turn red and get somewhat painful. Recently my left leg was rather swollen and I noticed I was getting large leaking sores. The sores were in areas that I had previously injured. And by injured I mean bumped my leg slightly and that turns into an open wound. And then it started to hurt so bad I ended up in the ER. Trust me when I say that was insanely hard to do. Anyway....

Er was super busy when I showed up. After checking in, nurse called me to tirage me and I was never sent back to waiting room. I was in a room 5 minutes after I got there. They had me drink that contrast stuff and scanned my leg. The big issue was when a female specialist could not get a pulse from that leg. She had multiple other people attempt it.

And then I got the text. My ex-wife couldn't come to grab kiddos while I was in ER. So that would mean my brother would have to deal with way more than he was equipped for. He is NOT kid-patient. So after refusing pain meds for the 30th time, I was finally able to speak to the actual on-call ER doc. He basically dressed me down for waiting so long. Said he'd bet his degree that had another day passed, I'd be without a leg, maybe two. I just took that as his way of saying it was bad. I didn't actually think he was serious. I then explained my situation and why I couldn't stay much longer.

I thought he was about to raise hands with me. The look of...I don't know, digust maybe, was kinda hurtful.
He asked if I heard what he just said. And then just huffed and turned around and walked back to the nurses station and was saying a lot but not quite loud enough to hear, probably for the best.

He then storms by me with some folders in his hand and says "Get your head checked if you think im letting you AMA!". I asked the nurse if he was serious and she said yeah, he thinks maybe you can't understand how serious this is. I explained to her that I was aware that by leaving prior to any treatment, I may lose my leg. She corrected me by saying "when you lose it". At this point I was kinda annoyed at the certainty of this while on the flip side, wanted to cry as outside of my mother, no one has ever given this much of a shit about me.

I told the nurse I would see what I could do to get some help for my kiddos and I did but with no luck.
She seemed afraid to tell doc this and I told her not to say anything, I'd tell him myself. And he basically insinuated I must be on drugs. Because I guess my situation was impossible? Or made up? Or exaggerated? I don't know.

He really said was something along the lines of all he had to do was talk to the hospitaller(huh?) and have me legally held there. I showed him the texts from my ex-wife, my texts asking other people for some kind of help, etc. He asked if I could literally come back every day for an hour or two for some IV meds and I agreed.

Haven't been back since. Leg healed fine.

I know this was a lot to take in and probably hard to follow, so I apologize. Mothers day and all that so been busy. Sister is over here so I have some time, lol.

The kicker to the story, I was never told what was wrong with my leg. I'm assuming it's what I mentioned earlier.

Was his reaction typical? Out of line? Was I out of line? It's been a few months and I still think about it often and never know how to feel, lol. Thoughts?