1/5 Gabriell F. 5 months ago on Google
A
Disastrous
Experience
at
Saint
Francis
Memorial
Hospital
On
October
11th,
amidst
what
was
supposed
to
be
an
incredible
trip
with
my
wife
and
brother-in-law,
we
found
ourselves
in
a
medical
emergency.
Struggling
with
vomiting
and
diarrhea,
we
attempted
home
remedies
to
no
avail.
We
contacted
our
AIG
insurance,
purchased
specifically
for
emergencies
like
this
during
travel.
However,
their
procedures
took
a
minimum
of
6
hours
to
recommend
a
facility
and
cover
expenses.
We
opted
to
rush
to
a
hospital
they
recommended,
pay
out
of
pocket,
and
later
seek
reimbursement
through
insurance.
The
insurance
directed
us
to
the
dreadful
Saint
Francis
Memorial
Hospital,
and
naively,
we
hoped
for
humane
treatment.
At
reception,
we
were
efficiently
served
by
courteous
ladies
who
swiftly
prepared
our
forms.
However,
this
marked
the
end
of
decent
treatment.
My
wife,
not
fluent
in
English,
needed
me
as
a
translator.
I
requested
they
call
her
first
as
she
was
severely
ill.
Despite
the
hospital
being
nearly
empty
at
1:30
am,
we
waited
nearly
30
minutes
for
the
nurse.
Nurse
Guido
called
my
wife.
I
stood
up
to
accompany
her
for
translation,
but
he
ignored
me
completely.
He
asked
me
to
sit
down
and
allowed
her
into
a
screening
room
alone.
From
a
distance,
I
heard
him
questioning
her,
causing
confusion
due
to
her
language
barrier.
Impatiently,
he
summoned
me
rudely.
The
room
was
cramped,
disorganized,
uncomfortable,
and
the
nurse
lacked
patience.
I
explained
our
symptoms
and
mentioned
my
brother-in-law
had
experienced
similar
symptoms
and
had
been
diagnosed
and
medicated
via
injection,
specifying
the
medicines
he
had
taken.
After
some
basic
tests
on
my
wife
and
me,
the
doctor
arrived.
Initially
attentive,
she
dismissed
my
brother-in-law's
symptoms
as
unlike
ours,
despite
their
similarity.
The
interaction
with
the
doctor
lasted
a
mere
1
minute
and
30
seconds.
We
were
left
with
Guido,
who,
without
much
explanation,
said
he
would
prescribe
two
medications
for
us
to
take
at
home.
He
started
searching
for
open
pharmacies
online
(it
was
nearly
2
am,
and
no
pharmacies
would
be
open).
I
told
Guido
we
needed
medication
there;
we
couldn't
drive
home
in
our
condition.
We
were
exhausted,
continuously
vomiting,
and
experiencing
diarrhea.
One
pill
wouldn't
address
our
urgent
need
for
medical
attention.
Ignoring
my
pleas,
Guido
continued
searching
until
he
eventually
gave
up.
We
were
handed
two
pills
and
sent
home
to
rest.
Upon
leaving,
we
were
presented
with
a
bill
for
an
incredibly
basic
and,
frankly,
inhumane
service:
approximately
$3,000.
As
I
was
finalizing
the
payment,
my
wife,
who
hadn't
received
proper
care,
nearly
fainted.
She
turned
pale,
began
trembling,
and
I
caused
a
scene
at
the
hospital,
demanding
she
be
treated
properly.
Only
then,
after
my
wife
almost
passed
out,
did
she
receive
proper
care
and
was
taken
inside
for
a
thorough
analysis.
What
struck
me
the
most
was
the
contrasting
treatment
a
Native
American
patient
received
while
we
were
enduring
a
terrible
experience.
In
less
than
10
minutes,
the
American
patient
was
treated,
taken
deeper
into
the
emergency
room
(not
left
in
screening
like
we
were),
and
while
my
wife
suffered
at
the
entrance,
she
was
already
being
discharged
and
sent
home.
I
wonder
why
the
disparate
treatment:
because
we're
not
Americans,
or
because
we're
self-pay
patients?
I
have
more
details
to
share,
but
I
prefer
to
communicate
directly
with
the
hospital.
My
summary
here
on
Google
is
this:
if
you're
a
foreigner
and
a
self-pay
patient,
avoid
this
hospital.
You
won't
receive
decent
treatment,
and
you'll
be
burdened
with
a
hefty
bill
upon
departure.