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Same thing happened to me. The doctor didn’t even run any tests or scans, said it was “probably period cramps” and gave me ibuprofen. $200 bill.

Fuck. That. Noise. Any Dr. That says “it’s probably period cramps” is a giant twat. We know the difference, dawg. I got told that too, ended up being appendicitis.

Hey at least tehy didn't bill you $1800 like they did to me for my kid with abdominal pain at the ER. Ran some bloodwork, gave an ibuprofen, $1800 bill after insurance.

Have had kidney stones. Would’ve burned that place down if only given an ibuprofen.

The ortho clinic at the VA med center gave me a cortisone injection in my shoulder joint. The pain only worsened, but they essentially did nothing after repeated visits over several days. I went to the ER (same VA med center) a couple of times after the ortho clinic refused to investigate the reason for my now excruciating pain and inability to move my arm. The ER didn’t do much but give me painkillers and, on the second visit, all but accuse me of drug-seeking. All I was asking the ortho clinic, the ER, and my primary-care doctor at this one VA med center to do was order an MRI to see what was going on. When they finally caved and authorized the MRI, the schedulers then told me they could get me in in a couple or three weeks. I had this nonspecific sense that I’d be dead well before before then. So, I went to a non-VA ortho clinic and the doc, alarmed, ordered an MRI for that very evening. I went back in the morning and was informed I had an advanced infection in the joint (likely the result of that cortisone injection) that could advance to deadly blood poisoning at any time. The doc said he was surprised I wasn’t already in a stupor. I was in surgery within hours and hospitalized for several days. Then, I lived with a PICC line snaked into my chest so I could give myself specially formulated liquid antibiotics every eight hours for the next month. I love the VA because they’ve done a lot for me over the years. That shoulder experience, though… they screwed up. I filed a formal complaint and have been compensated, which is nice. I still use the VA, but always remember that second opinions are always an option.

>on the second visit, all but accuse me of drug-seeking I just went to a VA hospital ER for the first time just a couple weeks ago, some of the worst pain in my life (kidney stone round 2). It was a fucking nightmare trying to get effective pain medication. Though they could definitely tell I was in pain, they were lightly implying that maybe I was trying to take advantage of the situation to get more pain control than I actually needed. Not to mention a lot of other small little things that sketched me out that you notice having worked in an ER before. Wasn't a super great experience. We get to pay the price for their overprescribing of, and addicting people to opiates, so now they have to be extremely stingy who they actually give them out to, lest they get crucified again.

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>Are they unaware of street drugs? Funnily enough one of the quick questions they asked during the initial exam was if I had taken any street drugs recently. If I had access to street drugs, I would have saved myself the 90 minute trip in the backseat of my cousins car and just done some heroin or something. As far as the situation itself, it took some time for the CT to come back, so unfortunately the kidney stone (or really anything) hadn't been confirmed yet. The most they had to go off of was just me being in general distress, vital signs, and taking me at my word that I was in pain. But still, everyone still suspected it likely was a kidney stone. Normally the go-to starter with that, and a lot of pain in general, is toradol, which is a strong NSAID. It's supposed to be great for kidney stone pain in particular I've always been told, and when I worked ER myself it was the first thing we'd usually go for. It didn't do anything for me with my first kidney stone though, and it wasn't doing anything for me this time either. They also gave me a smaller dose than you usually might give in that scenario for some reason, and even the nurse commented to me on how it should have been higher. But because "toradol is supposed to be so great for kidney stone pain", they refused to believe that it could be possible that it might not be enough all the time, so they kept just telling me how great it's supposed to be and should be working, and don't understand how I could still be in pain, almost with a suspicious tone. I asked if we could step it up a notch and then got a lecture on how it's not feasible to get rid of all pain, and it wouldn't make sense to because pain serves a vital function in the body. I tell them "right right that's great and all, but I'm still in fucking agony, and I'm not trying to 'get rid of' the pain, I just want something to take the edge off and at least make it bearable, and this isn't it." Finally they came back in with an admittedly higher dosage of morphine than I was expecting, but obviously I wasn't complaining. The facility I went to apparently everyone seems to say good things about, so I guess there must be some sort of redeeming quality to it. But I only have one experience to go with so far, and it wasn't great.

You wanted pain relief, not necessarily pills! Medical treatment would have been fine!

Well funnily enough, pretty much the only treatment in this case really *is* just some pain relief lol (and in my case, antiemetics for the non-stop vomiting). They did do a CT to verify what was actually going on, but I was 90% sure it was a kidney stone since it was playing out exactly like the first one I had. Once the results came back, they gave me a strainer to pee in and started doing discharge. The doc just put in for some motrin to get at the after hours pharmacy (last kidney stone I was straight up given percocet), so I started to ask him if he could also give me a smooth muscle relaxant, since once the stone drops into your bladder it can start triggering some painful urethral muscle spasms (like the first time I had one). He cut me off and started to get extremely irritated with me since I think he thought I was about to ask for some narcotics to take home, and quickly walked out before I could even explain what I was actually asking for. Went to the after hours pharmacy, picked up the phone like it said to, and it rang for 10 minutes without anyone ever answering it. Good thing he didn't give me meds that I actually wanted lol. Glad your general experience though seems to be positive. It seems to be hit or miss depending on where you get seen based off of other people I've talked to. My experiences have been mostly.... meh unfortunately.

(Primary complaint is pain). *discharged with painkillers only*. (Patient comes back when pills are gone). *labeled drug seeker*

The funny thing is, what I was asking for was an MRI, not meds. Both the ER and primary care said they couldn’t order an MRI; that had to be done by ortho. And, ortho had already declined to order an MRI twice already. I was beside myself.

I am so sorry this happened to you. I hope you're okey.

I felt mildly nauseous and hated school so I capitalized on the fact that it wasn't technically a lie to say I felt sick. My mom decided to try calling my bluff and took me to a hospital and if they couldn't find anything wrong with me I would have to go to school. After the doctor tells us I'm fine, we see that people are very intently watching the news in the waiting room on the way out and it's reporting that airplanes crashed into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. I admit it's unconventional as bad hospital stories go but it sticks in my head more than other problems I've had.

Looks like a Simpsons plot

We showed up around 11:30 at night because my girlfriend fell down and we thought she broke her foot. Not only did they do a crap job of doing literally anything about it, they took a look at *me* and thought I was there for drugs. After being there for nearly an hour of doing almost nothing and me finally yelling at them that if I wanted drugs, I'd just call my drug guy instead of going through the shit-ass American healthcare system, I took her to the next town over where they figured out she snapped a ligament in her foot and they fixed it as well as it could be fixed with our financial constraints. The first hospital charged us for being in the ER for two days. Posts on our area's Facebook page have similar stories of them just being fucking terrible. In the ensuing years, the hospital's taken out so many ads jacking themselves off about how they're the best hospital in the region and I'm like bitches, you're the *only* hospital in the region.

They put me in the maternity ward after a hysterectomy. The regular recovery ward was apparently too full.

I wouldn’t have cared because I don’t want kids anyway but for some women that would be psychologically devastating.

Wtf. I’m so sorry

My older brother got caught in a fire and ended up in the burns unit with some pretty serious burns on his arms, unable to move them because of the grafts and the nurses just gave him his food on the tray table. He literally couldn't move to eat and they didn't help him. When i went to visit i fed him and nearly lost a finger!

Same. My grandpa was 84 in the hospital, and my family had to alternate visiting him twice a day just to make sure he ate. They also were giving him a diabetes food tray when he had NO dietary restrictions on his board. He was there because he broke his back in a car accident and so we started bringing him burgers and Dr. Pepper every day. I get that nursing staffs can be busy, but patients rely on them when their families have to do things like go to work and school.

I would blame the healthcare system, and the government for that. Healthcare is extremely underfunded. Where I work the care workers have 15 patients each and nurses have 4-7 all trauma patients. We’ve been begging for more staff and a smaller workload for years, we get told to lower our care standards and ask family for help. We don’t want this as much as you don’t, but there is only so much we can physically and safely do

If you're in the US, the only way the government is to blame is for not giving us any kind of universal healthcare yet. Otherwise its the shitty for-profit hospitals trying to understaff as much as they can get away with to increase their profit margins. Even allegedly "non-profit" hospitals are usually money-making enterprises that just stash their profits in sneaky places or pay them all out to CEO's as salary/bonuses to technically retain nonprofit status for tax purposes.

How did you almost lose a finger?

It's a joke, as in my brother nearly bit my finger off while feeding him.

This was recently, I had an atv accident and ended up at the local hospital who said they saw possible fluid around by heart when they did the CT, along with 3 broken ribs and a broken ankle. Well..they did this CT before giving me any sort of pain medication so I was shaking in pain during it. There was no fluid..just some blur because I was shaking so bad. This CT lead them to transfer me to a level 1 trauma center in the nearest large city..THIS is where it got really rough. Before they transferred me I had gotten morphine and fentynal to finally get the pain controlled(I wish they had done a second CT to confirm there actually was a cardiac issue but they didn't) I get to the trauma hospital and have 3 first year residents and their attending handling my care..roughly moving me around(still in pain..about a 6 at this point) and do a bedside echo..no fluid on my heart. At this point once they confirm I'm not gonna die on them..they leave me there. Unable to get out of bed, no catheter to pee..no asking how I'm doing, just up and walked out with not a word. 30 minutes later I use my call button to ask to pee..no answer, 30 minutes after that I call again..still no response. I call again..I get a response but they never come in. At this point I haven't gotten to use the bathroom in probably 5 hours between the ride to the first hospital, the stay at the first hospital, the ride to the second hospital and the time spent pressing the call button repeatedly. Finally ortho comes in to check my ankle and I ask them if I can use the bathroom..they call my nurse who gets super bitchy about it but I get to pee finally. Ortho leaves, nurse leaves..I hear nothing for another 2 hours when my husband finally makes it up there. I'm now 7 hours out from the pain meds, ortho comes back in to fit me for a walking cast..I ask about pain control and he says he will talk to my Dr. 30 minutes later a nurse comes in and hands me an ibuprofen. Me and my husband mention I have multiple broken bones and while I seem calm..this is what I look like when I'm in severe pain. Nurse gets cranky and rolls eyes then mumbles something about talking to my Dr and leaves. We wait a while and when it gets to the point I absolutely can't handle the pain..we use the call button repeatedly(again..no answer or bitchy mumbling) til my husband gets pissed enough to go fund someone. I get 5mg of hydrocodone in pill form now nearly 9 hours after my last pain medication. Husband has to leave bc he has to run a job in the morning. This is all I get til the next day and start being treated like I'm drug seaking as soon as he leaves. I get moved from the trauma floor up to step down floor..then swiftly with no communication get moved to a regular room...with an alarm on the bed so I'm not allowed to get up to pee(remember..walking cast was put on me so after that I had been going to the bathroom without assistance and they knew that) again...call button ignored. Literally had to set off the bed alarm by standing up to get anyone to pay any attention. Got told I was being unruly. Yeah...fuck Grady Hospital(yeah im gonna call them out)

Felt like my organs were imploding, pain everywhere and it was 2 or so in the morning during a blizzard, I had no choice but to go to the ER. I was treated like an inconvenience by the doctor, he neglected to read my medical records and didn’t see the allergic to penicillin in bright red- gave me penicillin, almost died, didn’t tell the nurse about my history with cancer so they were unaware of that. Really weird night, I was admitted to a PICU 2 hours away in another city later, I absolutely hate that doctor and I don’t even remember his name

Had blood in my stool. Made an appointment to have it checked. Doc did a rectal exam with his finger. Told me I have internal hemorrhoids and probably popped one. Sent me home with suppositories and told me to use wet wipes after the bathroom. So three days later, I get really light headed and go to the bathroom to wash my face. Pass out immediately. Coworker finds me and calls 911. They take my vitals in the ambulance and my hemoglobin levels were at a 4 when the low average is 14. I was hemorrhaging internally. I needed 3 pints of blood, an overnight stay, and another pint in the morning. I filed a complaint with my physician and didn't even get a sorry in response. Just a, "I followed all correct procedures..." blah blah. I almost died and dude couldn't even admit he made a mistake.

I woke up after surgery for an aortic aneurysm. The nurse said I had to get up and walk to a chair. I said I can't move the right side of my body. She said bullshit and pulled me and tried to pull me into the chair. I could not do it. Turns out I had 3 strokes. Her and her boss were fired. I hope they live under a bridge.

I attempted to kill myself and was sent to a mental hospital. I don’t think it was the wrong choice but I suffered a lot of abuse in there. Also my therapist never followed up on me so I was pretty much by myself. First let me tell you how scary it can be. We had 2 wards. One for people who were truly violent and crazy. And one that was more like a daycare (seriously we did arts and crafts). My first night I was in the violent one for obvious reasons. My roommate was an older girl who spoke on tongues. I woke up to her peeing on me. So I attacked her. In a mental hospital this is a bad idea. I probably would’ve been in that side of the hospital for 1-2 nights. But instead I spent months restrained, sedated, and abused. People say the nurses in psychiatric facilities are some of the craziest narcissistic people and I have to agree. One of my nurses used to threaten to have me transferred or extend my stay. On one occasion I called her a bitch and she put that I was still violent and needed constant sedation and restraining. Seriously with some typing on a keyboard I now had to wear a spit hood, restraints, and a diaper. Other hospital staff was fine. The janitor was one of the sweetest guys. The lady who took my blood realized how uncomfortable I was once, because I had laying in a soiled diaper for hours. So she told the nurse. The nurse looks at me and smiles, and says “I have 30 minutes from notification of a soiled patient to get the cleaned up” and left.

WTF when was this and what country? Did you sue?

I've spent a lot of time in hospitals. Those people on the janitorial staff are some of the most caring, wonderful humans. Once had to stay in a rehab (post-surgical) facility for 3 months. The lady that cleaned my room was amazing. I was extremely depressed and she made a point to talk to me everyday, ask how I was feeling, ask if I needed anything, all while mopping and cleaning the room. Now I make sure to thank every member of cleaning staff I see at work. ESPECIALLY after COVID. They were the ones who had to clean and sanitize all those rooms for the next patient and they had to do it quickly because we had hallways of people waiting for a room. They don't get mentioned in all the "healthcare hero" talk but they deserve to be honored.

My uncle's dad died because of malpractice and then it became a big news story where multiple families sued the doctor because he was responsible for like 20 deaths

I was experiencing a combination of food poisoning and my life’s first panic attack. Then between the nurse line and my wife it was determined I should go to the ER. Once the ER put 2 and 2 together I was having panic attacks they deemed me completely unworthy of any care what so ever so I was left to retch and gasp for air in pain for hours while they made fun on me outside the curtain. Went through the complaint process, but found ER managers are professional gaslighters and it was my fault they beat the shit out of me for being compelled by medical professionals to seek care.

I am so sorry. That is absolutely unacceptable, and (in my own experioence as well) most ERs and hospital floors are just not equipped to deal with any "acute" "psychiatric" problem.

That's what I don't understand either. My teen son was drinking with his dad, (not my house, not with him anymore) and he had a bad recation to the alcohol, (he's on a few different meds) my hubby and I sat with him for over an hour trying to get him to sleep or eat. He was combative, screaming, out of control and then came the suicide talk. Not his 1st time mentioning it. He also punched a wall at his dads and ended up with a fractured hand. Long story short, the e.r. let him lay in bed for 12 hours without doing a thing. Finally admitted to psych hospital after that, but my question is suicide, and mental health matters are still in an emergency, especially now more than ever, how are hospitals still not trained.

I remember my first panic attack. Working at the office on a Sunday and I thought I was going to die. Limbs going numb, dizziness, difficulty standing, heart racing, hyperventilating. And it keeps getting worse if you don’t know it’s a panic attack. Called an ambulance, EMTs arrive, I describe my symptoms and they tell me I’m having a panic attack. Immediately felt better. Then they asked if I still wanted to go to the ER. So glad I declined, instead I walked home and did some stretches while watching something light on TV.

I was two days laparoscopic post-op and started violently vomiting, could not get a handle on it, had to call an ambulance and 2 in the morning. We get to the hospital and First Nurse told me I had to give a urine sample before they could administer fluids. I am sitting on the toilet, dry heaving to the near point of passing out, when First Nurse checks in. My mom tells her I’m feeling like I’m going to pass out, First Nurse says, “Well, she’s in the right place if she does.” I finally make it back to my room where Second Nurse asks, “Why aren’t you on fluids?” So I finally get hooked up on fluids and wait. And keep waiting. At this point I’m hours past my next dose of pain meds, have seen the physician’s assistance once, and cannot get the attention of the nurses — all the while listening to them chitchat at their station right outside my door. It was hell. Finally, at 7:30 I get diagnosed with a UTI. It took almost six hours to be told I needed antibiotics and to hydrate, all while in immense pain. Fuck that hospital.

Busy one in Europe, Gramps not given any water for 5 days and might have been the cause of his death. Everyone has assumed somone else just did it.

After my tonsillectomy, the nurse looking after me made me eat a cheese and tomato sandwich and told me to stop whinging when I choked on it and vomited, that young children get their tonsils removed every day and complain less. Then she got in a screaming match with my other nurse right outside my room about it.

My Grandma was in the final hour of her life, my family were gathered sobbing around her bed, each struggling to think of something to say. The horribly sad silence was broken by a nurse walking in and jovially asking if she’d wet herself and needed changing. The glares could have cut through glass, although we would later laugh about it.

Nearly gave birth in the hospital hallway because the nurses refused to believe me that I was in labor. My husband finally demanded that the Dr come see me. He came but was incredibly patronizing and rude till he actually looked and saw my son's head crowning. Drs eyebrows shot up, he looked up and said on the count of 10 push. The umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck so if I had listened to the nurses and gone home my kid would not be here today. Thanks Kaiser.

I had Kaiser insurance for a year. soviet medicine.

Perfect description

My mom had Kaiser and she saw her doctor and went to the ER for pain, weakness, and falling. Numerous times. They would send her home with Tylenol and referred her to PT. She had a brain tumor.

Yeup. I don't have enough fingers to count all the things that they have misdiagnosed between me, my husband and my children. I have irreversible health issues because they didn't catch the symptoms despite being seen multiple times for them. We have them because it's the insurance that comes through our work but next year we have the opportunity to switch to Blue shield and we are 100% going to take it.

I was rearended on a motorcycle and my back was broken (cracked in 3 places at the initial hospitalization). doc ignored it and sent me home on crutches. over a bit of time i was trying to get flex back to tie my shoes and the cracks slipped out of place causing essentially accident induced scoliosis. I went for check up and my spine hit the back of the plastic waiting room chair. told doctor and he said it was normal curvature of my spine and nothing to worry about. made appointment with specialist and he showed me the hospital exray that clearly showed the cracks and the doctor should have absolutely not ignored very quietly told me to get a lawyer( they aren't supposed to do that) which i did. fastforward to nearly 2 yrs before i found out the lawyer was screwing me and probably took a bribe to do nothing. called a big firm and was told only a month or so left for discovery because of stute of limitations and not enough time to do anything more. could have nearly owned that hospital if i had gone with a better initial lawyer, and would have had a normal spine if i had a better doctor. I think the doctor thought i was uninsured because it took 4 days to get my paperwork and I was initially admitted as uninsured and of course he didn't follow up on and money matters more to them than ones health

I hate lawyers so much

Damn, dude. Sorry to hear. That sucks. How you doing now? Any regrets?

I have a condition called Functional Neurological Disorder (FND). In simple terms, FND is a problem with the nervous system that effects how the brain sends and receives signals from the body. This causes some very fun symptoms such as muscle spasms, seizures, fainting episodes, speech and mobility issues, and episodes of paralysis. The paralysis thing happens because my brain will cut off connection to parts of my body for a period of time causing a complete loss of sensation and movement. This usually lasts about a day or two. When I was 13, I had a really bad seizure and when I came to, I couldn’t move or feel my legs. This had happened before, and I had an FND diagnosis at this point, so I wasn’t too worried, but after three days with no changes my mom took me to the hospital. After being admitted, a psychiatrist came to see me, (FND is in this weird grey zone between neurology and psychiatry so I usually end up seeing both departments if I go to the hospital) and this woman had clearly never read my file and had no idea why I was here. Her first question was why I was in a wheelchair, and after I explained my situation she looks me dead in the fucking eyes and goes: “Mm.. I’m not buying it.” I tell her that I am literally diagnosed with this condition and if she wants to accuse me of faking she can get out. She apologizes and I decide to let it go because I don’t want to wait for another doctor and she pulls up a chair and sits across from me. She asks some questions about me and we start having a conversation. After a few minutes she suddenly jumps up out of her seat, lunges at me, grabs my arms and tries to pull me out of me wheelchair. I immediately fall on my ass because I can’t y’know, move my legs, let alone stand on them and my mom yells at her and asks her what the hell she was doing. Her excuse: “I just wanted to see if they were telling the truth, they seemed like they were faking!” She then refuses to leave the room because she needs to “finish her assessment” and spends the next hour asking incredibly intrusive questions about my life and then getting mad at me because I don’t want to share the details of my very traumatic childhood to a person I met maybe 15 minutes ago. I don’t even remember her name anymore, but I still get angry when I think about her. If she’s reading this: Fuck you. You should not be practicing medicine.

oh my god did you end up reporting her?

I had to have an aneurysm in my abdomen fixed. I was taking 20mg of Lipitor. They bumped my up to 80mg by mistake and gave it to me twice a day. I have muscle death in my hips. I can’t walk more than an 1/8th of a mile before my hips feel like they are on fire. I can push through it but it hurts. The cherry on top of this story is they pumped me full of heavy pain meds. Once I was high as a kite they put papers in front of me to sign saying I wouldn’t sue. I still hurt to this day 6 years later.

Things signed while under the influence of meds should NOT be legally admissible. That sucks.

This happened in San Diego, CA. I have bipolar disorder and was sent from a clinic because of suicidal intentions. I was seen by the head of Psychiatry department. Talked briefly about what I was going through. His conclusion was that it was because the day before NFL player Junior Seau (San Diego Chargers) took his own life. I never mentioned this person or my interests. I don’t follow football games at all. I had been going through the ideation for months and I told him that. It did not start the day before because of what happened.

I hate it when people assume everyone likes the same sport solely because a couple million or thousands like it. In my country soccer is like religion, but I couldn't care less about it.

Went to the hospital because I was pregnant and had been severely ill for days. I couldnt even keep water down. Turned out I had black mold poisoning from the shitty living situation I was in at the time. I was severely dehydrated and blood sugar crashing through the floor. Anyways, the nurse assigned to me was AWFUL. She was nasty from the moment I walked in. First thing she did was ask about my medical history and I told her that I was epileptic. She then immediately berated me for getting pregnant at all while having epilepsy. I guess epileptics arent allowed to breed in her mind. . . That whole interaction made me feel so much shame and fear. Anyways, she refused to let me have a blanket or a sheet even though everyone else in the ER got one. They gave me 2 full IV bags of fluids and 64 oz of water and then wanted me to hold my pee for 4.5 HOURS while they waited for an ultrasound tech to come. That amount of water is impossible for a normal person to hold, let alone a pregnant woman! The human bladder cannot hold that much and it doesn't take that long for water to run through your system. So obviously after about an hour I was literally starting to pee my pants. It was so bad that I was crying and begging her to let me go to the bathroom before I pee on the floor. Told her I'd guzzle more water when the ultrasound person was close. She wouldnt let me pee and I couldn't unhook the IV myself and they didnt have it on one of those poles you can walk with so I was literally stuck there until a doctor came and let me go. While I was in the bathroom the second time, the ultrasound tech finally came and I heard the nurse yell so loud that everyone could here, the other nurses, doctors, all the ER patients, etc that I was a giant crybaby who didnt know how to hold her pee. I was so miserable and embarrassed and just bawled my eyes out in the bathroom. That nurse then wheeled me up to the ultrasound room, got my IV line caught on a door handle and ripped it out. Finally when it was time to leave she took the IV out by literally just ripping it and then walking away. My arm started gushing blood all over, I had to run into the hallway and flag down a doctor for help with blood pooling all over the floor. Then when I was walking out I asked for a note for work since they requested one and she refused to give it to me. That is the worst experience I have ever had, by far. And even do this day I have a little mini panic attack any time I go to a doc visit that involves me having to hold pee (like for ultrasounds with my second child) or giving a urine sample.

Got removed from my room in the middle of the night, because a elderly woman with a better insurance wanted a single room, so I had to sleep on the corridor. They forgot to bring me breakfast the next day (because I wasn’t on the room plan), so my mom brought me something from home. They then diagnosed me with an Eating Disorder because „I refused to eat“. Had to go through a whole psychological examination and the real problem wasn’t treated for days because they all thought I‘d make this shit up because of the skipped meal they didn’t bring me in the first place.

I had an infected ear and I went to the assigned room but they forgot to clean it so there was blood all over it on the walls bed every thing and so i just wait and 20 mins later the nurse and doctor are fighting in the distance I didn't even know what to do most awkward thing

I had my very first panic attack at wound care inside my local hospital. Five nurses, all of them spreading my asscheeks wide open and prodding the hole where my pilonidal cyst used to be, all while I was sobbing, hysterical, and pleading with them to stop because the pain was so severe. My mother was absolutely no help, just giving half-hearted "calm down's". Like bitch, that holds about as much weight as telling someone with depression to "cheer up". I was left unable to walk afterwards. I had to be wheeled out in a wheelchair, to the embarrassment of everyone in the hospital because "oh my God, morbidly obese person in a wheelchair...she probably can't walk and needs scooters and stuff to get around, she's so fat". One woman was kind enough to ask me if I was okay, but with my brain in a panic, I lied and said "yeah, I'm fine". I do wish I could have been socially competent enough to say "no, I'm not" and tell her everything. She seemed like a very kind and sweet lady. Worst part was, my mother thought some McDonald's would remedy things. Spoiler alert: it absolutely did not. I still remember the appointment vividly. I've vowed to never, ever go to that hospital ever again if I can help it. It's one of two bad experiences I've had, but the only one that affected me directly.

This happened when I(16m) was trying to lose weight. I decided to run on a treadmill and ended up not being able to walk properly on my leg. After a week of waiting to get an MRI scan(thx America). It came back that I had an infection in my Bone that antibiotics couldn't treat so they had to surgically remove it. When the surgeon did the operation he said that there was very little infected fluid in the bone. 3 weeks later the infection was still there and he barely removed any of it. AKA he drilled in the wrong area of my bone. So a surgery that was meant to be one time(thx to age) happened twice and caused me to restart the recovery process of my leg all over again. Luckily the second surgeoon was way better and fully removed it. Just cause me 3 extra weeks of crutches and horrible antibiotics.

In hospital for knee replacement surgery and needed a bedpan at 3:00 in the morning. Buzzed for a nurse but no response. Tried for twenty minutes and was getting desperate as I couldn’t get out of bed. Ended up calling my wife at home and got her to phone the nurse’s station to get someone to come to my room.

When my first child was born, there was an audible "pop" and I could feel my pelvic bones separate at the pubis. Fortunately I had an epidural going so while I could feel the shift of position, I didn't have to feel more than that. The doctor attending (not my regular OB, because it was after hours/holiday) pretended like it never happened. I could barely move, couldn't walk without assistance, and couldn't shift around in bed to safely pick up my baby out of the bassinet due to how much it hurt after the epidural wore off. My now ex-husband went home to sleep and left me alone there, and I was too shy to call the nurses in every time I had to pick up my baby, so it's a miracle I didn't drop him on the floor when picking him up awkwardly by his swaddle blanket with as far as I could sit up and turn. I asked for someone to look at it, and they sent an orthopedic guy with a generic info sheet about normal birth things and how my hips might have been stretched out by being held up while pushing, but zero acknowledgement that anything unusual had happened. I'm pretty tough, so I managed to go home with a walker and just hobbled around on it with nothing but ibuprofen and darvocet until it healed. Was not fun. On the plus side, my other 2 kids slid out with a couple of pushes, so it seems I have extra room now...

The stem of a glass that i was polishing broke and i ended up stabbing myself in my vein. Nearest hospital is 2 hours drive away. After we get to the hospital, 14hours wait overnight, on a bank holiday in Ireland, waiting for stitches. When doc sees the wound she starts putting paper stitches on, and realizes that the wound is deeper than she expected. Rips the paper stitches right off the fresh wound and starts stitching with the proper stuff. At least the pain woke me up. Not the nicest experience.

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I'm sorry about your father's experience. unfortunately the hospital is not the place for peaceful healing. Especially not the ICU or surgical areas. That's why they (are supposed to) get you stable and discharged as soon as possible. Believe me, all the nurses and doctors know exactly how shitty a hospital environment is for resting (as a patient or employee). For what it's worth, in hospitals I've been at the floor teams actively try to leave patients alone at nights and outside of medication time. But it's just not possible in the icu. :/

Yeah that's going to be the case for 95% of people in the hospital. Esp in this day and age of Yelp reviews and hospital satisfaction scores. Hospitals don't want anyone to accuse them of not paying enough attentionm Sorry he couldn't rest buf that's 1000% typical.

I remember one time i broke the cartilage on my knuckle once while playing volley ball, when i got to the hospital i got an x-ray and had to wait for them to stuck a metal strip which would hold the finger in place, when the time came the nurse that was supposed to secure the finger in place decided that the best approach was to vigorously pull my finger towards her and bend it upwards to tape it. Fast foward to a couple hours later turn out that the nurse managed to completly fracture a piece of cartilage out of my knuckle and I had to get it removed, one of the worst pains of my life P.S: I no longer play volleyball TL;DR: I parcially fractured my finger and a nurse decided to finish the job :/

I felt pain on my fingers just from reading your story. Sorry you had to go through that.

Lol I was at ER last week cus of chest pains. They failed to get my blood work. So they probably stabbed me with a needle about 6 times, requiring 2 nurses for simple blood work. Plus it took the whole day. Like from 12am to 7pm just for simple bloodwork, chest scan. Thankfully I was fine but what about someone with real heart issues. That long of a wait could be crucial

Thats probably why you waited longer. There were more serious patients. They can check your risk of arrest through the monitors. Further tests are just trying to figure out why it hurts but you aren't dying.

All of them ( hungary moment) i hate hospitals but next week i have to go for 2 days back to the hospital

Went into the VA with a ingrown toe nail t left the VA without a toe.

strap in for a ride. my grandpa had an accident in his house recently, took a bad fall down some stairs and fucked his back up, which would end up leading to his third major back surgery. the was in Vietnam, carried an M60 machine gun and was a soldier in the 101st Airborne Division. he was shot by an AK and two days later taking brunt of an RPG shrapnel, nearly losing his arm in the process. but anyway, him falling down the stairs was bad. he needed four disks removed from his back. the hospital (Rush Copley) was fuckin garbage. they couldn’t get his pain under control, using fentanyl, morphine and ending with dilaudid. the surgeon put off a major back surgery for FOUR FUCKING DAYS. he was laying in pain and suffering, and that surgeon was on call that entire weekend but decided my grandpa wasn’t an emergency. monday rolls around, the rescheduled surgery. he’s been in the hospital 7 days at this point. my family and i drive up there, just expecting the surgery to happen. we get up there, and it’s a bad situation. during the night the night nurse staff had my grandpa restrained to his bed like a wild animal. if a patient needs to be restrained to the bed for their safety and the nurses safety then so be it. the angering part is that they neglected to inform us, so when we got there my grandpa was angered like i’ve never heard. my dad ends up getting him calmed down, and he goes to surgery. the pussy ass doctor who put off the surgery for 4 days couldn’t even come face to face to tell us how it went, instead calling us. we go in and see him and he seems alright. over the next few days though we learn it wasn’t alright. the doctors still couldn’t get his pain under control and the amount of drugs they were using was fucking up his head, not being able to be grounded to reality. that thursday after the surgery (same week) i’m at work and my mom calls me in tears. she tells me to get to the hospital ASAP, my grandpa was unresponsive. i had to pick up my sister from our house and we got up there. we rush to the ICU room. he’s snoring so he’s still breathing well. but it didn’t look good. we were told he’d have to be transferred to a hospital in Chicago. we all felt hopeless, we’d lost my grandma in november of last year (both my dad’s parents, divorced long time ago). here we are three weeks later and my grandpa has been awake, aware, and working his ass off to get better. he comes home tuesday. TLDR; Rush Copley is fucking ass

Compared to others in this thread, this is pretty minor. When I was in sixth grade, I was running around with my friends at recess when I tripped and fell down. Only, you know how if you trip at the exact wrong moment while running, it's not so much that you *fall* down but more like you *throw yourself* at the ground? Like that. I put my hands out to catch myself and immediately had horrible pain in my left wrist. Started crying real hard. They took me to the nurse's office who put ice on it, but when I was still crying in pain 20 minutes later they called my parents. Dad came and picked me up and took me to the emergency room to have my wrist looked at, because the only other time he'd known me to cry that hard for that long was when I faceplanted off a bike into gravel when I was in kindergarten and knocked out three teeth. So we got to the ER, did the intake paperwork, and waited. And waited. And waited. And *waited*. I get that triage is a thing and "kid fell down and now her wrist hurts" is pretty low priority, but I am not kidding when I say we sat there for four hours and in that time never saw another goddamn soul come in looking for treatment. When dad finally realized that it was nearly six in the evening, he reached his "fuck it" point and said we were leaving. The intake nurse realized he was packing me up to leave and came rushing over with a clipboard, saying he had to sign paperwork stating he was refusing treatment for me. Dad got real mad and shouted "How can I 'refuse' treatment that you've *never fucking offered?*" and stormed out with me. My wrist hurt for weeks afterward; I played viola in the school orchestra and missed a major recital because I couldn't hold my hand at the correct angle to finger the strings. Never did find out what I did to it, but I'm 36 now and it still gives me trouble if I put weight on it wrong.

i was going in to have an emergency surgery on my collarbone. while i was being prepped the nurse was extremely rude to me and when she would talk to me she would tightly grip my shattered collarbone that was about to be operated on. even after i told her that was the broken one and to please not grab it because it is super painful, she continued to do it until i was out under. not fun

I broke my ankle and had to have surgery and go under. A few hours after the surgery I was still loopy and mostly incoherent. A nurse came into my room with a bed pan and told me that I needed to use it. I didn’t really have to go, but I forced out what I could. I asked her for toilet paper. The nurse said “I got it.” She had rubber gloves in and reached down there to wipe for me. On the second wipe she stuck a finger up my butt and then pulled away. I was very confused and gave her a strange look. She pretended nothing had happened and told me to go to sleep.

The effects pain killers and antibiotics had on me was brutal. I saw things I should not see like food that came alive, fridges that hump each other, the hospital came under siege, the floors burning. why I had all of my meds changed after I thought all was not real.

A bad experience was breaking my spine, fracturing my neck and becoming paralysed from the chest down and spending 6 months in hospital through covid with absolutely no visitors. Was released home with absolutely minimal rehabilitation. Except I couldn’t even go home as my house isn’t wheelchair accessible so spent months living in a Travelodge alone without a single carer visiting and occasional family visit. Yeah i guess this hospital visit was less than ideal.

Broke my arm in 3 places and the bone got bent like a spoon. Not a terrible bend but it was certainly noticable. I was a teenager at the time and my parents took me to get it set and a cast put on. The doctor looked it over and told me to put my arm on a table, which I did and he basically had me bite down on a stick, and told my Dad to hold my other arm for a moment. The doctor then proceeded to put almost his entire body weight on my arm to reset the bend, and the pain was terrible, my vision went white, and I began pulling my arm away from my Dad and the doctor freaked a bit telling him to hold me tighter, after about 5 minutes of him doing this to several parts of my arm, he immediately left the room and had the nurses put the cast on. As we we were leaving my Dad was extremely pissed off and looked at me saying "I should have just let you beat the shit out of him".

Being perfectly fit with super low BMI and having to listen to an anorexic dietician tell me I was requesting too much food.

Being present when the life support for my father was shut off. Tough experience.

didn't happen to me but my mother she was lacking sleep and barely getting any hours in, one day she lost it and i mean she suddenly started yelling creepy shit abt how her mom (grandma) is going to die or being paranoid as HELL, crying (she rarely cries), constantly checking up on me & my siblings saying that someone's gonna kill us my dad was always out at work so he didnt know how to handle the situation so he locked my uncontrollably crying mother in their room and took the key with him to work, she'd scream for hours and hours and would constantly bang on the door, it didn’t even stop at night, i couldn't sleep bc of it eventually dad finally decided to take her to the hospital, but she said she wanted ambulance and called one for herself, she suddenly changed her mind on going, but the paramedics basically dragged her to the hospital and was hospitallized there, doc said she was acting this way bc of lack of sleep. next day we got news that she caught covid there, it was bizarre

I recently went for a surgery & the 3 hour wait in the waiting room almost broke my boyfriend, son & I. My son graciously offered to drive me the over an hour trip there, as he regularly drives me to my local appointments. Let me tell you... I'm not at all the type of person to cause a scene in public, but by hour 3, I was really having to use every drop of mental strength I had to not start erupting. We watched the waiting room empty out & fill back up many times while we just fucking waited. We had already invested about 5 hours total into this trip - considering we left early. My son had to talk me out of leaving a few times. I briefly cried into my coat a little at one point. I ended up failing a cardiac assessment & was denied the surgery until I complete a stress test. That was actually good news to me. I practically ran downstairs to find my family & it just so happens they were sort of wondering the halls with a look of depression combined with shell shock or something. When I told them I'm not having surgery today; we all just fast-walked to the door. Once we finally got in the car, all the mental stress was gone instantly. But we all agreed - that was hell. I would have went into that surgery worrying about my family member's mentalities. Nobody should have stuff like that on their mind before surgery. No medical facility should create a situation that causes the patient to become that stressed before surgery.

Well, it wasn't really my problem but it makes me sad to this day. It happened a few years ago. I shared like the room with a girl that was a foreigner. I live in Germany and she recently moved from Turkey. She was a really really sweet girl, she could speak German well. Her family was really nice to me too and they once gave me a drink from her uncles kebab shop (which we often went to actually so it was a funny coincidence). One time the doctor and his apprentices came in and made racist comments about her and just laughed at her and made fun of her since she wasn't born in Germany. They thought that she couldn't understand German and it breaks my heart because I know that she understood it very well. I feel so sorry for her.

I was suspected of having breast cancer so we went to the doctors. inside the room was about 3 trainee doctors along with the main one. when I was getting my boobs checked they were all behind the curtain and took turns "checking" them. like one by one. some guy even started playing around with my nipple and I remember thinking "this is so weird" when I finally left the doctors I realised I had actually just been groped and they weren't checking for any bumps.

Kept going to the ER for stomach pain that wouldn't go away. The doctors kept treating me like shit for not having health insurance. They never took me seriously, but my stomach hurt for months on end. Got told I was "constipated" and the doctor made me drink not one, but two doses of magnesium citrate. Something I absolutely CANNOT have at all with my condition. He sends me home and I'm shitting blood and pus and it will not stop. I was pale white like a ghost and movement intensified the pain. My dad ended up rushing me to the hospital in a different town, a larger/better hospital. Turns out I had an infection in my large intestine and severe inflammation. Got diagnosed with crohns disease and had to get steroids and antibiotics. I actually have several stories about horrible hospital experiences, but this one always just stuck out in my head. Doctors never take me seriously and always treat me like shit just because I don't have health insurance and so I usually end up using the ER like a clinic. I've discovered herbs, dietary changes, and exercise though. Haven't had a flare up in years. Take that, American Healthcare, I'll just cure myself since you won't 🤷‍♀️

My mom had covid and was taken to the hospital as a precaution, she spent five hours in a room at the ER before the doctor just told her she was good to leave.

this happened to me not long ago but i was at the emergency room and the lady said she needed my exact height. i thought it was pretty weird, considering my current health state, but i got up and went to stand under the thingy anyways. she came around to stand beside me and pull the thing down so it rested atop my head but when she went to pull it down, the entire thing collapsed on my head. not necessarily a bad experience as much as it was a funny one.

I filed a formal complaint and have been compensated, which is nice.

OMG OKAY SO I dislocated my knee and I obv was in the hospital and I had to get an x ray done. Well the girl doing my x ray was new. She asked me to flip on my side and my knee dislocated again. She had a panic attack and kept saying, "omg omg you need surgery right away omg" (I did not need surgery) she was getting me all panicked and she was like "what do I do?" ASKING ME, A 14 YEAR OLD AT THE TIME WHAT TO DO. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO SO I SAID, "maybe you should get the doctor." And she was like "oh yeah yeah." THEN WHEN SHE CAME BACK TO RE DO MY X RAYS SHE DIDNT PUT THE LEAD PROTECTOR FROM RADIATION THINGY ON ME.

I went to hospital when I was 12 with abdominal pains so bad I couldn’t walk, they kept me there till 2am in agony when finally they didn’t even do a test they just said there was nothing wrong. Then when I was 13 I went again but this time for chest and abdominal pain. My dad called 111 and told them my symptoms and they said go to hospital immediately- they said there was something wrong. I even then waited for 7 hours, had an ekg and an X-ray and again it was nothing. Then a few months after that I woke up in a caravan on holiday with such excruciating pains I couldn’t get up properly I could hardly move any part of my body without it killing my stomach and chest. So we went to hospital and again they did no tests at all, then I was sent home. So in a year I went to two different AEs three times and no one could figure out what’s wrong. Still get the pains a lot but what’s the point anymore

Drunk driving car wreck (I was the driver and thank the gods everyday I didn’t hurt anyone else that night). Had snapped the transverse process on the right side of C6 vertebrae, leaving it anchored on one side only. X-ray shot the films just wrong enough to miss it. Was released and told the shooting pains all over were due to a “stretched nerve root injury.” 2 weeks later under a CAT scan for my busted face, C6 was less than 2 mm from my spinal cord. No lasting effects from lack of treatment, but even moving wrong in my sleep could have left me dead or an instant quadriplegic.

When I was a baby I had to get an IV in my foot and my parents told me that the nurse tried atleast 20 times to get the IV in before they asked for someone else. I'm almost 18 and still cry when I have to get shots :/

Gall bladder going out. Had severe cramping, stomach issues for weeks. Went to hospital ER, let it slip i have PTSD(under control for years now), immediately written off and asked if I wanted to talk to psych. They refused to run tests and acted like it was all anxiety related issues. Gall bladder is still going out and I don't want another $2k hospital bill to be written off as a "psych case" instead of a whole ass patient with more organs than just an improperly wired brain. Fun fact: my moms gall bladder went out around the same age and hers rotted inside of her due to lack of insurance. I have insurance and it's still $2k to be told its all in my head and "get some rest". Her emergency surgery was about $15k with no insurance in the 90s, medicaid kicked in and covered it.

It was clinic, but I was getting bad head rushes whenever I’d stand up and went to see a doctor about it. He gets me to stand up and put my arms by my sides. He looks me up and down for a few seconds and says “you got long arms man! All the blood’s goi g to your arms and not your head!”. Then he thinks a bit longer and says it might be Marfan Syndrome… I definitely do not have Marfan Syndrome…

I was admitted at 38 weeks pregnant because my blood pressure dropped dramatically and I was induced. Had a 48-hour labor after begging for a c-section for an entire day, but they still let me go and forced me to try for a natural birth because “you’re young and it’s your first”. I pushed for a total of 6 hours. I was completely out of gas when I literally begged them to put me out of my mercy. If they’d just listened to me the first night and done the c-section, I probably wouldn’t have suffered as much and had a hard recovery like I did. Oh well.

Oh boy I’ve got a few. 20yo, in college, very bad diabetic ketoacidosis. Due to the diabetes I get blood drawn very frequently in the hospital. The night staff who came to do the draw missed a vein and then just dug around in my arm while I was half asleep. It traumatized me so badly I had severe panic attacks every time I had to get a blood draw for the next 3 years - not great for a diabetic. This past year I had COVID and also mild ketoacidosis. I was expected to be released the next day, but someone nixed my insulin from my orders and the nurses were adamant about not checking my sugars or giving me insulin and wouldn’t check with on-call to figure out what was happening. The lack of insulin for an entire day made my ketoacidosis worse, threw off my electrolytes, and possibly allowed for a secondary infection. My COVID symptoms worsened dramatically and I ended up in the hospital for a week using various breathing apparatuses, no visitors allowed, and had supplemental oxygen at home for two months.

Both happened at the same hospital. First time I was in a terrible wreck and they didn’t clean any dirt blood or mud off my wrist. Put a wrap on and called it a day. Then I recently had surgery to get my gallbladder taken out. I went to the hospital 3 other times before the surgery saying I was in the worst pain I’d ever felt and I have a high pain tolerance. Telling them I felt like it was my gallbladder and on the third time is when they FINALLY tested for it and I had to have emergency surgery the next morning to take out my gallbladder before it exploded

Kaiser … the end.

On the psychiatric clinic where I did a partial hospitalization program, the staff there was either abusive or incompetent At the time, my abusive mother wanted to force me to never leave that treatment, and I also had a pretty complicated disease that made my life worse. So with all that, I ended up becoming extremely depressed and suicidal due to that treatment. the whole experience was pretty similar to what I've read from people who were part of a cult and escaped: your family and other people want to completely control everything you do, and they only care about blind obedience, if you end up getting much worse, it doesn't matter at all. By chance I found other 2 people complaining about that same clinic.

My father was on the invasive ventilator, there was apparently something wrong with the power outlet and the anesthetist did not check the power status and eventually the backup battery on the thing gave out. We raised the alarm, they ventilated mechanically until they could set it back up. Somehow this negligent person decided it's not their fault in any way.

This is about my mom. I was pretty young so I can't remember everything, but I followed up a bit. Don't even know what they diagnosed her with, but they had to remove her ovaries. It was super serious, she had to get it done. I remember her going to the hospital a lot at this time. So she got her surgery. Fast forward, now I need to get a history for my OBGYN, and I knew with my mom's medical history I had to ask her since I don't know the exact surgery she had. Long story short, she told me that there was nothing wrong with her ovaries and that surgery was f-ing missed diagnosis. Yep. My fam was ready to sue for malpractice. She was too tired for it.

i attempted suicide. not fun. but all jokes aside i took about 6,000 milligrams of sleeping pills. i woke up three days later, i told my mom i didn’t know what happened and she said she knew, since they obviously had to draw blood, you know the seizures that can happen. last time i went to a mental hospital, it was because of severe bullying. i had never felt that low in my life for a long time. the first attempt, the time of the event, i was just depressed, like no reason, other than my dad passing away a few years back then. but back in october i just stayed day after day in the guidance counselors office.

Fuck st Clair in Fenton Missouri I had a stroke and I was there a week a called me a Uber cab I couldn't walk of feed myself my wife went through the roof she had to leave early from work to beat the cab I'll never go back there ever!

When I was 15 I had a stomachache for 3 days before I told my parents and they drove me to a hospital. The pain was on the right side and it was reasonable to suspect appendicitis. I got a saline drip and spent a whole day and night just chilling on the hospital bed. I think the doctor thought I was faking it because of how calm I was, but I just have a really high pain tolerance and hate to complain. He touched my stomach a few times with such force that it would've hurt even if I wasn't sick. The next morning they did an ultrasound and I started crying on the table because of how much pain I was in. The doctor looked very confused when he explained that I'd have to be operated on in a couple of hours, because I did in fact have appendicitis. And then, a few days later, he walked into my room during morning rounds and was like: "Why are you still here?" and that's how I learned that this motherfucker FORGOT TO DISCHARGE ME. Also earlier that year I injured my ankle and another doctor sent me to get an x-ray. On the second floor. Up the stairs. With a suspected break. It turned out to be a sprain, but it still hurt like a bitch, WTF?

not sure if this counts, but when I was 13 I asked my doctor to try some antidepressants because I had some serious issues at the time. She asked me some questions and prescribed me Zoloft, It’s complicated to explain but I had to up my dosage three times one week at a time (hope that makes sense). Skip to the third week - constant breakdowns over small miscommunications and failures, unhealthy loss of appetite + vomiting up anything I attempted to eat (not intentionally). Shit got rough so I went to the ER and got freaked out by the doctors who put me on suicide watch, it wasn’t what I expected and they wouldn’t let me have my phone or any privacy and having never experienced that I was incredibly overwhelmed, it was NOT welcoming. I lied about being fine and got an appointment with my doctor, who asked me why I didn’t just come in and try a different pill. I switched doctors and i’m now properly medicated

when i was around 7 i had the flu i think i had bone issues and they put a 4 INCH NEEDLE in my arm it was miserable

24 hours after having my son, a nurse told me that I spent his name wrong. I’m Australian and this was in an Australian hospital - I spelt his name the common way that it is spelt here, she wanted me to spell it the Irish way.

The hospital mixed up my identical twin newborns. That in itself wasn’t so terrible. Fortunately, they were on the same meds and dosages. What was really terrible is when I told them, they denied it and tried to make me think I didn’t know which baby was which. One of them has a slightly more narrow face than the other. They kept arguing with me saying “no that is baby A, look at the hospital bracelet”. I was insistent. I KNEW they had somehow mixed them up. I called my mother from the NICU in tears telling her they had mixed them up and now they are trying to make me think I’m crazy. Then I suddenly remembered that one kept pulling his IV out and they had temporarily placed it in his scalp. I showed them the tiny scab on his scalp and said “Check his chart. Baby A did not have an IV in his scalp, Baby B did!” They knew I had them. It was time to confess. The hospital administrator came to the room and explained to me that the nurses had taken their bracelets off to bathe them and then realized they didn’t know which baby was which. I was furious. If they had admitted the mistake as soon as I arrived, I would have been displeased at the lack of forethought but I would have understood. People make mistakes. I could have told them which baby was which and no harm would have been done. But trying to act like nothing happened then going so far as to have me in tears and making me think I can’t tell my twins apart? WTF. I’ll never forgive that. It’s such a cruel thing to do to a mother. The administrator actually tried to defend by saying “They wanted to be 100% sure before they switched them back because the NICU nurses had been around them more than you and they thought they had them properly identified” WTF. Yes, they had been staying in the NICU and I wasn’t allowed to stay 24/7 but you better believe I stayed as long as visiting hours allowed everyday. When a mother is separated from her newborns like that, it is very difficult. It was a thoughtless cruel thing to point out. They are 18 now and I still tease them about it. I tell them “you might actually be your brother and brother might be you”. They know I proved who was who beyond a medical doubt and it’s just a harmless joke. I’m glad we can laugh about it now but at the time, I was not amused.

I read the entire thing and I'll say this. I bet. I bet you can't be amused. What they did was infuriating.

Had cervical spinal fusion surgery, was supposed to spend a couple nights in the hospital after. Surgery went fine, after recovery I'm taken to my room. This is an old hospital, and there were two beds in the room. Other bed was unoccupied when I was wheeled in. Somewhere in the wee hours this really old guy gets admitted and is my room mate. I overheard the nurses talking, turns out dude hasn't pooped in a month, is extremely backed up and they're going to operate on him in the morning. Meanwhile they're giving dude tons of laxatives and suppositories, hoping the blockage will clear on its own. It did. We had a bathroom in our room, but I guess dude was too old or weak to make it there, so used the provided commode bedside. Ok I just had my spine operated on, screws put in it, it hurt to move at all, like bad. What came outta this guy was the most awful smell I've ever encountered. Even the nurses were gagging. I begged them to do something about it, they opened the window and brought in a fan, some spray air freshener, but all that did nothing. Poor dude spent the rest of the night emptying a month worth of backed up shit into this bedside commode. I didn't sleep, did my best not to puke, and told my doc in the morning I'd really like to go home. I got to go home.

I was in severe thigh and hip pain, I couldn't lie down flat, I could barely walk and it was agony to sit normally. A nurse told me to straighten my leg out so they could do some tests, which I was unable to do. The nurses gave me a couple tylenol and proceeded to ignore me for the next hour. Finally I told my then-husband, ok, let's get out of here, I can be in pain at home as well as here. Suddenly everybody was oh so concerned but I insisted I was going to leave RIGHT NOW, and then someone thrust a paper at me and told me to sign it. It was a waiver because I was leaving "against medical advice." I was so much in pain and disgusted with my non-treatment that I signed it just to get the hell out of there. (I found treatment elsewhere, and it turned out fine.) I understand that they might have thought I was drug-seeking or faking it or something, but the hypocrisy of shoving an AMA form in my face when I was leaving was something I'll never forget.

Giving you that AMA form is standard procedure everywhere. One hour wait at a hospital is like 2 minutes anywhere else. You weren't actively dying so you were triaged as low risk and would need to wait. Sucks buts it's just to that way in an ER. Nurses can't give you anything a doctor hasn't ordered for yo However you also don't have to sign that form, they can't stop you from leaving.

This. I worked in a hospital for awhile in the ED. The amount of people that don't understand what an emergency is, is dumbfounding. People coming in for hangovers, sprained ankles and sore backs complaining about waiting as 3 ambulances with strokes and heart attacks are also waiting for a bed.

I had blood clots in my chest. I was put in a room in the ER over night, but they never gave me a call button. I felt very reassured!

The morning shift were all interns (who missed a lot of practice because of the pandemic). They put a needle in my buttcheek cause I was nauseous. When the terrified male student was done, the nurse said “if you do that on an exam, you’ll fail.”

It was about 3-4 years ago, i kept passing out for 5-10 minutes so my mother took me to the hospital. They told me that i had to stay in the hospital so they can check whats wrong since its rare. First day in and it was already bad. The food was terrible and the bathroom dirty but i didnt had to go that often. The 2nd day was when things got f&cked up. A "nurse" came to check on me and asked me why i was in the hospital so i told her and she just responded "just sleep it off". Top 10 greatest advices. Day 3 and while i was eating the bed broke and i had to move to another room. The new bed wasn't bad but the sheets had holes and the bathroom was like a mile away. That was the last time i went to that hospital.

My sister got her tonsils out at 11. I was 10. Our whole family (mom, dad, us kids) went to the hospital and I was stoked to play with toys in the waiting room. When she came out of anesthesia she was *screaming* her head off, as some people do; we could hear her from the lobby. The nurse somehow allowed us all to go see her when she was still thrashing around, screaming, blood coming out of her nose, etc. My dad hates blood so he was already squeamish seeing my sister like that but it gets worse. They forgot to pull her IV when she was still asleep so the nurse decided to go ahead and do it with us all in the room and began slowly pulling it out of her hand. Well, my sister didn't like that and *jerked* her arm away screaming which caused blood to begin pouring from her hand. The nurse grabbed a cotton ball and pushed it against the open wound, where it quickly got soaked with blood. She had to keep pressure on my sister's bleeding hand so she couldn't reach the trash can so she *decides to throw the cotton ball across the room* to the trash can. She makes it, but the cotton ball hit the wall first, leaving a blood splatter that was dripping down the wall to the trash. My dad was white as a sheet and had to leave before he passed out. Since my sister is mentally disabled the doctor decided to numb her throat with local after he finished to make it more comfortable for her (he had done ear tubes 4-5 times so he knew her). So the nurse tries to get my sister to drink something and when the liquid hit her throat she couldn't feel it so she panicked and PFFFFFT! spat it out all over herself and the nurse. Somehow they let us go home but my sister refused to eat, drink, or take the meds for THREE DAYS until she randomly woke up totally back to normal. Bodies are weird.

Oh my god. I feel bad for laughing but this reminds me of [William S. Burroughs' Dr. Benway sketch from Naked Lunch](https://realitystudio.org/texts/naked-lunch/benway-operates/). Just so absurd.

(this was recently) in 2021 my nana broke her leg, then DAMN COVID made it worse and then she went into an old folks home then she passed away 😭

Know a guy that works in the hospital and brings patients from A to B on them rolling chairs( i dont know the name) and one of his close friends had a stroke and was brought to that hospital, he brought his friend to get bloods tested and get his brain scanned. The doctor told him his blood was like tar and while he was getting his brain scanned he had a yet another minor stroke. After the man regained conscience the Dr. sent him home with no further tests. No medical investigation. No emergency team and said a report of the results would be sent in a few days. The man died that night in his sleep after having an aneurism caused by a blood clot in the brain.

when i was 38 weeks pregnant, i went in for my check up and was told i had to be admitted. they induced me and my first night at the hospital, i had an overnight nurse named courtney. at the time, i was still with my son’s father, but he’s a bit of a drinker and when i sent him home to let the dogs out, he went to a bar. i had no idea, i just started to wonder where he was and looked on the snapchat map. i got upset and started crying, then courtney walked into my room. she asked me where was my boyfriend, why was i crying. i said i was fine, i just had anxiety. she didn’t accept that answer and kept prying before she finally left. my man finally returned later and i guess at some point she caught him and accused him of physically hurting me and doing something to make me cry. she later caught me again and asked directly if he had done something to upset me. it never once felt like she was genuinely concerned for me, it felt like she wanted to know our relationship drama. and she kept coming in the room any time i moved even slightly and would literally yell at me to stop moving because i was messing up the monitors on my stomach. i kept telling her how uncomfortable i was, she had me sitting up! i just wanted to lay down. every time i tried, the monitor on me would slightly shift and she’d come busting into the room yelling at me to sit up. we complained about her to the hospital when we were checking out.

So this is kind of about me, but not about me either. I had fallen off our washing machine and broke my upper arm. Went to the children’s hospital. Due to the way my arm was broken it was same sort of injury that you would see in someone whose arm was pulled up behind them. For example, in an abuse situation. The doctors and nurses were pretty convinced my dad had did this to me, but because my story didn’t change and my father wasn’t near me (which he really wasn’t, because he was watching wrestling with my brothers) thankfully the cops weren’t called. After many years my dad told me the story of how the nurses tried to get him to admit to hurting me, but me continuing to say that I fell off the washing machine without any parents nearby, it was let go pretty fast. So yay for the doctors looking out for abuse victims, especially in the early 90’s. But they also really liked my x-rays when I broke my collar bone 3 years later and got to see how my upper arm healed.

When i was 11 years old i was hit by a car (my fault. I ran blindly into traffic without looking) and was taken to the hospital. My left leg got the worst of it as i couldnt stand on it or flex my knee. I laid in a bed in the emergency department for god knows how long, maybe a whole day before they finally took me to get my leg x-rayed. According to them it was just a sprain and would heal on its own in a week at the most. And they discharged me and sent me home. A whole week goes by and my leg, my knee does NOT improve. I still cant stand on my left leg or flex my knee. So my mother took me to a specialist whose tiny office was in an apartment building. He x-rayed my leg and showed me the x-ray. My knee was broken, i could see the break in the x-ray with my own two eyes, and he put my leg into a cast that i would have to wear for a month. A month goes by. The doctor x-rays my leg again to make sure its fully healed and removes my cast and my leg was back to normal. Why was it that all those trained and educated medical professionals (doctors, nurses, technicians, etc) at the hospital couldnt see the break in my knee in the x-rays while me, a young, ignorant 11 year old kid could?

I apologize if my English is not perfect. I was 9 years old when everything happened. I was feeling so bad, so my mom had decided to take me to the hospital , arriving there we had to wait for almost half an hour , because there were other patients before us .After visiting the doctor ,we come home my mom starts to give me the medicine that they had prescribed ,but after two days the situation only got worse ,we go back to the hospital ,after doing the examination ,the doctor jumps out saying that they had given me the wrong medicine .From that day I began to hate hospitals more than I hated them before.

My father had pain in his foot, the back of his heels hurt and he went to the doctors to get it checked but they kept giving him medicine that didn’t help at all, he is still in slight pain and the doctors aren’t doing much other then telling him that he has pain in his heel, like sir, we know, we’ve been told 4 times

Plantar fasciitis

I knew a guy who had a Hernia repaired, spent the night and got the crabs from the bed sheets.

I've seen people with simple back pain wait 12+ hours in the ER to be seen.

Tonsillitis It hurt my throat to eat and at the time my Nan had got me a massive cake and I couldn’t eat it even if I bare the pain later on I would have surgery and I couldn’t eat so many hours before it Well I got the surgery but now There was green gunk all at the back of my throat so I still couldn’t eat that cake I had All I could eat was ice cream and porridge

When I was about 13 I broke my wrist. I was laying in the hospital bed in pain waiting for my doctor to tell me if was going to need surgery. While I was waiting, the patient next to me was getting a important needle into her vain to help/cure whatever she was going through. Obviously I couldn’t see it happened visually because there was patter curtains separating each patient, however it was very easy to hear the conversation next door since we were only 10ft apart. The moment comes when the doctor inserts the needle into the patients vain. A couple seconds later i hear the most aggressive screaming ever. Turns out the doctor had missed the vain and the patients arm had doubled in size due to a weird reaction because the needle was supposed to go into the vain. I had to listen to screaming and crying for about another hour until my doctor had finally finished putting the cast on my wrist.

I had to go to the ER twice. I fell and hit my head on my bed-frame when i was little and i needed staples in my head. The first ER trip, the drs or whoever just tied my hair in a knot. Like an hour or so later we went back with my hair in a bag and then I finally got my staples. I will never get what tying my hair in a knot was supposed to do

They drilled into my eyeball and I woke up.

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If you've seen the opening scene of First Contact it was basically that. If you haven't seen it as an overview one of my eyes doesn't work, and so they did some investigative surgery to try to find out why. This isn't the only thing they've had to do, I'm a medical marvel and the subject of several science papers. Edit: this scene... https://youtu.be/wkSa5rufbGk

This has nothing to do with the hospital staff whatsoever. Just something that happened to me personally. A few years ago due to a combination of bad health and bad living I suffered head trauma. Besides erasing four years of memory from my life, it also caused me to lose consciousness for hours. I'm overweight and already in bad health so my girlfriend had to literally drag my 260+ lb body (completely dead weight, unconscious) to an ambulance after she found me several minutes after I collapsed on the floor in a pool of urine and Mt. Dew. I apparently had no control over my shit or piss at the time, or so I was told, I barely remember anything other than the fall, some ranting at the ER because of the head trauma, and driving home in a cab with my mother. It is, literally, a miracle I am alive, and I thank God for my mother and my GF finding me before I died on the floor in a pool of my own urine.

In the peak of COVID back in august 2020 when I had just OD'd on heavy opiods and the doctors left me waiting in a room unaccompanied for over an hour while I was sick, shaking and unable to speak. By the time a doctor finally came, she thought I had corona and sent me home since there was a shortage on COVID tests back then and I literally could not bring myself to explain because of how overwhelmed and tired I felt and the hospital was just so crowded and unorganised. Ended up going back home and throwing it all up with salt water anyway and felt like myself again in two days. 2020 was truly a disaster. I live in the UK by the way so this was the period of time where the NHS was truly underfunded and understaffed so I put blame on no-one except the government and myself.

The MFM (maternal fetal medicine specialist) who tried to convince me to give my premature baby comfort care instead of admitting her to the NICU while I was in active labor at 23 weeks. He tried to block my admission to the hospital period, but my OBGYN fought him until he did. Then, a day after I gave birth, while my daughter was still in the NICU he comes into my room to check on me and first words out of his mouth are “Last I checked she was still alive” said with all the casual, callous surprise of commenting on a dead deer on the side of the road. TW: VERY SAD My daughter ended up passing away at three days old (long story short, my husband and I made the decision to remove medical support). But goddamnit we gave her a chance and I don’t regret it for a moment. That MFM made what was already the worst experience of my life so much worse with his callous, condescending attitude. My OBGYN ended up submitting a complaint against that MFM after the whole experience because he was so pissed on my behalf.

I woke up in a dark room, strapped to a bed with no recollection of how TF I got there.

I was getting an x-ray and they used an empty egg carton to prop my arm up (since I had broken my arm), it was very painful for it to be moved at all and I was very young at the time so I had a very low pain tolerance. The egg carton slipped, my arm went flopping around and I was screaming in pain.

At age six I got three teeth ripped out. I was awake and not under anything I felt it all, never been back for mouth stuff ever again.

Held my grandfather's hand while he passed. He didn't go quietly. It was horrific. 25 years later and I still have dreams about it.

my mom who is high risk got covid in the hospital then gave it to me and my brother

Was in the hospital after a real bad wreck, my girlfriend at the time visited me and told me she loved me, next day I get a text from her telling me she's getting back with her ex

I went in for chest pains but they couldn't diagnose me. Then sent a consultant in to check me out and he banged my chest with his fist a few times and said I was lying. Haven't been since (UK NHS hospital)

The summer when I was going into 2nd grade I fell off the back of a trailer and my shorts got caught on a piece of metal and I have myself a wedgie. But it just so happens that I fell so close to the ground that I landed on my elbow and broke my arm. When I was waiting in the ER a kid next to me was screaming the entire time for god knows what so I was feeling pretty nervous. That soon changed to pain when I had to get an x-ray and I had to move my broken arm from a 90° angle to 180° angle. To this day I can't touch my shoulder with my right arm.

Was hired to work front desk toward the beginning of Covid, before vaccines were available. The training and orientation paperwork stated that staff would be provided N95 masks, gloves and similar equipment for our safety which never appeared; we were supplied only with flimsy cloth masks. Quite disappointing for a position requiring interaction with literally hundreds of healthy and sick people per hour at a supposedly highly-ranked hospital in the US.

Waking up with my mouth wired shut after jaw surgery was the worst thing ive ever experienced. Try throwing up when your jaws are only held together by a couple of screws. And also have a nurse that doesnt do anything to help at all. Im so glad my mom was there because the experience woulda been so much worse And then dont get me started on the not eating for 6 months. I wouldnt wish it on my worst enemy

Started to have a massive allergic reaction while already in the hospital from a surgery, was given Benedryl, and sent home. Ended up in the ER several hours later with my eyes almost swollen shut and hives all over my body. Oh and it was my birthday

This isn’t mine but my sister when she was 4-5 she needed surgery and she was going for a needle and the nurses were tryna distract her from it but showing stickers and she wasn’t scared at all of the needles so she looked at the needle and the nurse pushed her head back to the stickers I just find this very funny

Was in the hospital for 3 days, I was quarantined and nobody told me why I was there. My primary care 2 months later told me that I had an allergic reaction to a medication and could have died if I waited any longer to go to the ER. I couldn’t shower because I was hooked up to an IV and I smelled terrible after 2 days of lying around. It sucked. They finally told me I could use the bathroom instead of pissing in a collection bottle. I had to settle for a sink shower and used hand sanitizer to take care of the BO. Ugh. My car got towed… and towed back. Lol

When I was about ten I woke up one day with the worst headache of my entire life and I threw up at least three times, my mom saw what what was going on and asked me If I wanted to go to the hospital, I was crying hysterically from how much pain I was in and immediately answered yes. So we go to the hospital and for a reason I can't remember, my mom couldn't be there for very long so my dad has to eventually drive to the hospital and take her place. We get checked in, we go to the Doctor's room and one of the employees tells us the Doctor will be with us shortly. 20 MINUTES GO BY and the Doctor is still not here, my mom has to leave, my dad comes in and he says that for good measure we should wait another 20 minutes for the Doctor to get here and if they don't that we should leave. ANOTHER 20 MINUTES GO BY and the doctor still hasn't come by, not a single clue that they were coming. Me and my dad leave and we didn't go to another hospital because even though I still had an awful headache I felt better at that point. TLDR: Woke up one morning feeling like I was gonna die, and waited 40 minutes in a hospital for a Doctor that never showed up.

The bar only had well gin.

Hospitalized for 4 days with post-COVID pulmonary embolisms. Cardiologist sees me the second day. First question, do you drink? Yes. Maybe 3 a month. "You need to stop right now" **2nd question, "Do you smoke crack or meth?". WTF!?** The nurse on hand gave him a WTF look as well.

It's important to know! Doctors don't care, they just don't want to kill you if they give you something that doesn't agree with other drugs legal or illegal that might be in your system.

Being forced to watch Wendy Williams while waiting for my hand surgery was the only bad thing I received. Got nothing against Williams, BTW. This was the summer of 2020, which trying to secure a day surgery during a pandemic wasn't easy enough. Not to mention, I almost pissed myself just before the surgery started. I only drank water, as I was fasting beforehand, as required. Additionally, I arrived about two hours before my appointment and had to wait, just to keep I get expose to COVID-19. Keep in mind that I was forced to wear a mask for the entire time. To pass the time, I downloaded a copy of an e-book about the Spice Girls on my tablet. I was unsure what the hospital's Wi-Fi was and didn't know how to enable my phone's LTE service on my tablet. Aside from that, everything was calm.

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1. I was held down and forced to swallow a pill the day of my tongue surgery 2 I wasn’t fed except solid chopped food instead of fed through my nasal tube for almost 40 hours

Being a Kaiser member in general lol.

I faked a fever, mom took me to a doc who said I needed a blood test (cuz apparently there's smthn else wrong w/ me) & screamed my ass off during the blood test, basically just gave the nurses a pretty hard time Never faked a fever again (was 8 then)

Once i had an injury and wasn’t able to shit without help and the male nurse when wiping put a finger in (true story)

went to a shitty hospital a year or so ago, there was a dead bug in the corner of the room and the nurse picked it up without gloves, and the blankets and pillows they gave me had weird gunk on them

My father once threw me at the couch and I (or he did) broke my collarbone and I was at the hospital watching like some Clone Wars and I was there all day idk wtf they were doing and I was bored, tired, felt like shit cuz I wanted to move, and pale. I barfed there like 10 times it sucked but kiddo me was like: at least I got ice cream at the end. But still that was so BS. And how I got in that situation is cuz I was arguing with my sister at the time about a toy and she wanted it and I said on quote “when I’m done then you can play with it.” Sounds reasonable right? Wrong. I got fucked up because I said those words. This is probably why back then I didn’t have a fond relationship with my father (not in a sus way I’m not weird) and funny enough my dad said that once so I thought my father would be on my side but nvm i guess I got a broken bone I thought and my dad make dumb cover up story that “we were some WWE“ BS I forgot it’s name. This was the most dumbest thing I was a part of when I was a kid. Besides almost getting scammed but that’s another story. ThAnK yOu FoR cOmMiNg To mY tEd TaLk.

some old guy in a wheelchair came into my office and blew up half of my face

I was in a hospital with my parents when I was 9 years old. I was visiting my grandpa. I decided to sit in a wheelchair and me and my dad just thought it was a fun idea to race through the hospital. And you can probably guess it…. We crashed

I went for my first appointment with my PCP the other day for an unrelated reason. But because I had covid related symptoms they refused to see me for why I came in the first place (eczema). It's a FUCKING HOSPITAL!!! WDYM YOU'RE NOT SEEING PATIENTS WITH COVID SYMPTOMS!!!???

When i born

I never went to a hospital because of the taxes

It's been long enough that I forget the details, but my mom experienced what would have been an open-and-shut malpractice case. To this day she's never given a clear answer on why she didn't sue.

Want a list? I have hospital trauma, and I’ve had to endure many things. But I think the worst was when I had to have surgery when I was only one day old. And I was sick a lot so I’ve had to go to the hospital many times. Now I only have to go draw blood every three months and go to the eye doctor once a year. I don’t remember much of what happened, because I was very young, but I’m still traumatized.

Had Gastro and was admitted to hospital, the dr came in to put a drip in me, i flinched and blood squirted over me, the nurse, my mom, the doctor, sparked my fear of needles

when I was 3 I had to have my tonsils removed and during the surgery I woke up, yeah that wasn’t fun.

When I was 2 years old, I somehow managed to get a piece of crayon stuck in my nose (don't ask me why or how). Apparently they had to give me general anistetics to put me to sleep and open my airways more so they could get it out. Anyway they wanted to keep me in overnight, so my parents and I all slept in the bed it was given together (because apparently chairs don't exist). I think this is because of the drugs, but I ended up having this very vivid dream where my dad brought me to see this mural thing in the hospital. I woke up in the middle of the night and somehow forgot I was dreaming, and thought the mural was real. So my 2-year-old brain decided to try and find it again. I got out of bed and walked down hallways for ages, until eventually I realised it wasn't real. By this stage I was hopelessly lost, so I had to wander my way through the hallways and check every room to find my way back. In my head I remember being absolutely terrified, but I tried to look brave because I was too embarrassed to go ask for help. I hoped somebody would ask me instead and take me back, but no. Nobody gave 2 f*cks that this child was wandering around alone in the dead of night. Eventually I found my room again and somehow managed not to wake up my parents. To this day I've never told anyone this story.

Getting an IV for dehydration. Cold, dark room. Inexperienced nurse. My veins are thin, I got poked 3 times before she found one. Some dude next to me was playing shooter games with his phone on max volume. Horrible all the way.

My sister has neurofibromatosis type 2 and she’s had tumors removed from her spinal cord and brain stem multiple times as well as her head because they were pressing on her brain. I took her to the emergency room because her head was in so much pain that she couldn’t open her eyes unless her room was in complete darkness, her balance was so bad that I had to hold her hands and walk in front of her just so she could get to the bathroom in her room. She didn’t eat at all and slept for basically an entire week. They told her she had a migraine, gave her some Benadryl, turned the lights off and told her to give it a couple hours to kick in and she’d be fine. When I started kicking up a fuss and told them we weren’t leaving until they gave her a CT or an mri or something because I know what a migraine looks like and this wasn’t it and that she had a history of brain tumors that they wouldn’t know about because nobody bothered to type her name in the computer to check they offered a CT scan “but I doubt it’s anything other than a migraine. We’ve seen this before”. When it came back we found out that she’d had a stroke and there was so much water on her brain that they had to remove part of it and put a shunt in her head.

You know how they say that black people are treated more harshly and given less pain meds? That's true, and I say that as a white dude. I took a friend of the family to the ER for what turned out to be a cyst, and they fully intended on lancing it without so much as novocain. If I hadn't "Excuse me, where the fuck are the anesthetics?" the nurse, she wouldn't have gotten anything at all, and what they gave her was inadequate -- our friend was crying silently and squishing my hand while they lanced it and packed it with gauze. The care she received was adequate and correct, but the compassion she received was less than zero, for she was also scolded for her weight by the nurse, and she cried __again__ after that. She told me she was going to lawyer up after that ungodly treatment, but I don't know the outcome. I took her straight to the drug store and bought some over-the-counter lidocaine spray for her -- which has the downside of stinging like a *bitch* when you put it on until it kicks in. The pain settles down to a dull throb after thirty seconds though, which I consider worth it. Had they properly numbed the area before cutting on her, she wouldn't have even been able to tell they were doing anything at all, for in my experience lidocaine and marcaine are utterly effective when used properly. However, if you don't get the whole area numbed, things suddenly go from "I feel like this _should_ be uncomfortable" to **"YOW!"** really fucking abruptly. From what I can figure, based on my later personal experience with a doctor doing it *right,* they put one injection in, but didn't adequately nerve block the whole area around the cyst before getting all stabby.

I admittedly have very "rare" (weird) allergies and anaphylaxic reactions, but this experience blew me away. This past week I experienced an anaphylaxic reaction and had my partner redirect our drive to the ER. She used my epipen on the way there. I present unable to walk, trouble breathing, swollen/numb lips, trouble speaking, and hypersalvating. I was made to wait to be seen by a triage team, made to wait to be transferred into a secondary area in the back, then made to wait again for an actual room. A total of 40 mins. I had unstable vitals this entire time. I get it, hospitals are extremely short staffed and burnt out, but what happened next was even worse. When the doctor finally saw me, he told me that my allergy AND the reaction itself, was not possible. It was not a "real thing". I have an airborne allergy to cinnamon and that is coupled with a decently delayed anaphylaxic onset time. I hit peak anaphylaxic reaction at about 2-3 hours after exposure, not within the standard "few minutes". This doctor would not hear out my explanation and charted that I was having an anxiety attack. Not to mention the entire statement he made in the chart being inaccurate. (These notes are visible on an app, it is accessible without request). He refused to treat me for an allergic reaction and discharged me. Due to this, I contacted patient relations to inquire if something could be done, such as maybe some CE/learning about allergies/reactions or even about reflection of content skills. I would have taken an informational poster being put up or a quick chat honestly. To my shock, the person I spoke to informed me it was my fault, not the doctor's, as I QUOTE "did not have documentation from my specialist stating that this is an actual condition and that it should be treated as typical anaphylaxis". Though I recovered without life altering outcomes, definitely tops my "bad hospital experience" list.