1/5 Patient R. 1 year ago on Google
My
life
ended
at
this
ER,
and
my
family
lost
everything.
No,
this
is
not
fiction
or
a
bad
dream,
although
I
wish
it
were.
I
had
excruciatingly
painful,
life-threatening,
gangrenous,
ruptured
appendicitis
with
peritonitis--along
with
all
the
obvious
symptoms--but
was
secretly
diagnosed
with
an
"anxiety
disorder"
by
an
arrogant,
condescending,
incompetent,
greedy
ER
doctor.
(Yes,
that
old
chestnut:
if
you're
a
woman,
especially
one
who
has
just
had
a
baby,
it
must
all
be
in
your
head!
Your
pain
cannot
possibly
be
higher
than
a
"10."
Also,
the
ER
doctor
does
not
actually
work
for
this
hospital;
he's
just
an
independent
contractor
who
can
and
will
have
his
way
with
you!)
I
tried
to
get
a
second
opinion
and
to
transfer
myself
to
another
hospital,
but
the
doctor
refused
my
requests.
I
was
too
weak
and
in
far
too
much
pain
to
walk
out.
Pain
medication,
life-saving
antibiotics
and
fluids
were
withheld
because
the
dismissive,
condescending
nurses
could
not
insert
an
IV
line,
rupturing
the
veins
in
both
my
arms.
One
nurse
dismissively
wrote
in
my
records
that
I
had
been
"confused"
when
I
told
her
I
was
starving
to
death.
Already
too
thin
from
vomiting
black,
foul-smelling
liquid,
I
lost
10
more
pounds
in
just
two
days
at
GBMC
because
the
doctor
needlessly
had
me
NPO.
Yet
my
abdomen
blew
up
to
a
size
larger
than
when
I
had
been
nine-months
pregnant.
By
the
time
I
contacted
a
patient
advocate
at
ANOTHER
hospital
and
obtained
permission
to
transfer
there,
I
had
horrible
abscesses
the
size
of
footballs
and
black
and
blue
arms,
conditions
which
the
ambulance
medic
recorded
but
GBMC
just
didn't
care
to
notice.
I
developed
numerous,
excruciatingly
painful
infectious
complications
(including
a
complete
colon
blockage
and
twisting
of
the
mesentary
from
having
no
internal
body
fat)
and
required
three
additional,
horribly
painful
emergency
abdominal
surgeries
within
two
months.
Due
to
the
ruptured
veins
in
my
arms,
the
nurses
had
to
use
both
my
hands
for
the
numerous
IV
lines.
And
I
spent
time
in
the
ICU
where
I
underwent
excruciatingly
painful
NG
treatments.
After
I
was
discharged,
I
was
disfigured,
disabled
and
in
pain.
I
could
not
care
for
myself
or
my
infant
daughter.
I
could
not
work.
I
was
no
longer
able
to
carry
a
pregnancy.
My
husband
lost
his
job
for
spending
too
much
time
caring
for
us.
I
later
required
extensive
reconstructive
abdominal
surgery
to
close
a
12"×5"
hole
in
my
abdomen,
reconnect
my
detached
abdominal
muscles
and
detach
my
colon
from
where
it
was
attached
to
my
skin.
I
now
have
no
belly
button
and
am
essentially
not
human
anymore.
If
you
value
your
life
and
family,
stay
away
from
this
ER
at
all
costs.
And
please
remember
that
you
do
have
rights,
including
the
right
to
leave.
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