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I
was
admitted
to
OSU
for
myocarditis
on
08/31/2022.
I
was
dead-named
the
entire
time
I
was
here.
My
legal
name
was
not
used
once
and
my
family
and
friends
could
not
find
me
because
the
staff
here
refused
to
use
my
legal
name.
They
rolled
their
eyes
when
I
advised
them
of
my
real
name
and
didn't
even
attempt
to
properly
use
my
pronouns.
Only
one
nurse
actually
asked
me
what
my
pronouns
were,
the
rest
just
assumed
they
aligned
with
what
I
was
assigned
at
birth.
When
it
came
to
my
actual
diagnosis,
the
staff
and
doctors
didn't
seem
to
agree
on
one,
though
put
me
through
every
test
imaginable
and
some
were
very
invasive,
causing
me
to
be
in
even
more
pain
than
what
was
necessary.
A
lot
of
the
time
they
kept
me
locked
up
in
a
room,
telling
me
I
wasn't
allowed
to
leave
the
floor,
even
to
get
food,
unless
I
was
back
within
15
minutes,
otherwise
they
would
call
security.
For
the
first
24
or
more
hours
I
was
denied
food,
water,
and
sleep..
and
once
they
finally
agreed
to
allow
me
to
eat,
my
food
was
thrown
away
while
I
was
I
trying
to
rush
back
from
the
cafeteria
with
a
drink,
because
one
was
not
supplied
with
my
meal.
The
following
day
I
wasn't
allowed
to
eat
due
to
a
CT
scan,
but
when
I
returned,
I
had
to
beg
over
the
course
of
7
hours
to
be
allowed
to
eat
even
though
their
were
no
diet
restrictions.
After
6
EKGs,
an
x-ray,
a
CT
scan,
and
ultrasound,
a
cardiac
catheter,
and
an
MRI,
there
was
still
much
confusion
as
to
what
my
actual
diagnosis
was,
if
there
were
be
any
sort
of
treatment,
or
how
long
I
would
need
to
stay.
Currently
I
am
in
my
room
with
a
nurse
outside
my
door,
guarding
it
as
if
I
am
a
prisoner,
refusing
to
treat
me
for
the
myocarditis,
and
telling
me
that
I
am
not
allowed
to
ask
any
questions
or
speak
to
anyone
until
tomorrow
morning.
I
had
to
beg
her
for
a
heating
pad
because
the
pain
radiates
into
my
back,
much
like
a
heart
attack,
and
even
then
she
was
hesitant.
After
all
these
blood
and
urine
tests,
it's
super
apparent
I
am
not
a
drug
addict
but
they
wouldn't
even
allow
me
to
have
aspirin
or
ibuprofen,
as
if
I
am
drug-seeking.
There
have
been
plenty
of
tests
done
that
show
my
condition,
but
not
once
since
it
was
determined
has
there
been
any
sort
of
treatment
for
it.
I
was
offered
anti-anxiety
medication
for
pain,
as
if
this
nurse
just
wanted
me
to
stop
advising
her
that
I
was
in
pain
and
sleep.
There
is
a
woman
a
few
rooms
down,
crying
in
pain
and
begging
for
help
and
the
nurses
are
laughing
at
her.
Yesterday
night
the
same
nurse
who
guards
my
door
currently,
was
running
down
the
hallway
yelling
and
cussing
about
a
patient
that
she
did
not
want
to
"f*cking
deal
with".
I
have
asked
to
be
released
and
told
them
I'd
follow-up
with
my
primary
care
doctor
if
there
were
no
more
tests
or
any
treatments
that
they
can
offer
here,
and
was
told
they
would
refuse
to
send
my
records
to
my
doctor
if
I
left
without
being
properly
discharged.
So
I
am
trapped
here,
otherwise
I
will
not
have
a
work
excuse
when
I
leave.
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