1/5 Aaron W. 5 months ago on Google ā¢ 28 reviews
Pictured
below,
is
the
absence
of
compassion.
This
woman,
brought
in
by
ambulance,
was
wheeled
into
the
waiting
room
in
obvious
abdominal
pain,
stating,
in
fact
begging
in
the
best
English
she
could
muster,
to
lay
down.
My
wife
and
I
were
there
eagerly
waiting
for
news
about
a
family
member
who
had
been
taken
into
the
ER
by
ambulance.
Politely
and
patiently,
we
asked
three
times
over
three
hours
for
any
news,
any
update,
anything,
only
to
be
essentially
told
the
ER
was
very
busy
and
to
just
wait
longer.
Eventually
we
were
told
someone
was
going
to
come
out
and
speak
with
us,
but
45
minutes
later,
after
my
hands
couldnāt
take
any
more
wringing,
that
hadnāt
happened
either.
During
this
entire
debacle,
the
first
hospital
employee
to
approach
this
woman,
seeing
her
distress,
asked
if
she
needed
to
throw
up,
but
the
woman
didnāt
answer.
A
moment
later,
a
male
employee
emerged
from
triage
with
a
vomit
bag.
When
she
pushed
it
away,
saying
she
didnāt
need
it,
he
uncompassionately
told
her
to
take
it
anyway.
They
went
back
and
forth
three
times,
and
he
ultimately
shoved
the
bag
into
the
basket
behind
her
chair
and
retreated
back
into
triage,
because
he
had
done
his
good
deed
for
the
day.
Moments
later,
just
before
this
picture
was
taken,
she
slid
to
the
floor
in
an
obvious
attempt
to
find
a
position
of
comfort,
only
to
have
security
arrive
moments
later
and
insist
she
allow
them
to
place
her
back
in
the
chair,
telling
her
she
couldnāt
lay
on
the
floor.
She
protested,
and
eventually
one
of
the
guards
went
to
the
triage
door
in
what
seemed
to
be
an
attempt
to
get
their
opinion.
Unfortunately,
the
soulless
pig
that
happened
to
be
closest
to
the
door
explained,
in
the
most
contemptuous
voice
she
could
muster,
the
woman
did
not
fall,
she
watched
the
woman
lower
herself
to
the
floor,
and
that
she
was
fine.
Somehow,
the
womanās
presence
on
the
floor
and
her
obvious
distress
was
overshadowed
by
how
she
got
to
the
floor
and
whether
or
not
it
was
all
an
act.
Moments
later,
as
vomit
bag
guy
walked
by
again,
she
asked
him
to
be
placed
in
a
bed.
Barely
breaking
his
stride,
he
told
her
there
were
no
beds
available
and
that
they
were
doing
their
best.
Since
then,
25
minutes
later,
they
have
taken
two
other
walking
patients
into
the
ER,
with
one
of
them
suggesting
this
woman
be
allowed
to
go
ahead
of
them.
She
has
moved
herself
six
times
in
an
effort
to
find
a
position
of
comfort,
and
has
given
up
on
requesting
help
from
the
staff.
Four
hours
later,
on
our
way
back
to
another
waiting
room,
still
with
zero
news
in
hand,
I
again
heard
all
about
how
busy
the
ER
was
while
I
snapped
a
second
picture.
Compassion
people.
When
all
it
takes
to
get
a
woman
off
the
floor
is
for
someone
to
slap
a
sheet
on
one
of
four
empty
beds,
it
only
takes
2
minutes
of
compassion
to
make
it
happen.
In
a
department
where
the
employees
facing
the
waiting
room
have
maybe
had
a
little
too
much
inner
city
ER
interaction,
the
compassion
ran
pretty
thin.
But
when
the
department
failed
to
recognize
that
something
as
simple
as
a
60
second
update
would
have
given
me
all
I
needed
to
stay
calm,
how
can
they
be
expected
to
see
a
woman
on
the
floor?
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