J M

Review of Memorial Gulfport

Tried ER a third time today. Currently can't walk ...

Tried ER a third time today. Currently can't walk and am sitting outside because once again, they won't see me. This time, they called my name, saw I was in a wheelchair, told me to walk in, I told them I can't I'm in a wheelchair... and they heard me, looked straight at me! ... closed the door, came back and started calling other people.

I don't know what's wrong with me but I'm dying. My BP is 148/80, my EKG looked horrible yesterday, and they're saying nothing is wrong except anxiety.

I can't walk right now. I can't breath either.

I have lived with anxiety my entire life. I know the difference between panic induced symptoms and an actual medical issue. I already take medication for hypertension... because I have hypertension. It's just never been this bad, and I'm supposed to get treatment if it's this bad.

This is the most neglectful, abusive hospital I've ever seen. I'm from Florida. I'm not friends with the staff or any of that clique-ish stuff. I've uploaded a photo of my BP when I got home to show that this is the truth. You can check my reviews to see where I've lived. I moved here less than a year ago, the day before they shut down. I have only been able to get medical attention at Urgent Care. Every appointment gets ruined by hurricanes and never rescheduled in a timely manner, or they're too booked to even make an appointment. I need a rheumatologist, according to my last neurologist, because my symptoms collectively seem to suggest an autoimmune problem. This hospitals staff are treating me like trash because my primary is still back in Meridian, and I haven't been able to establish a local one yet.

P.S. The nurse wasn't able to draw blood from my hand after the EMT used a needle that was too large, then taunted me for saying that it shouldn't be that painful and difficult to insert. It literally brought tears because there was so much fiction. When the nurse removed the needle, out of the blue, she said "don't worry, he didn't blow your vein." This struck me as odd because I never expressed any concern. I just said I knew he didn't do it right because it shouldn't hurt that much.

I looked up blown vein, because I've never actually had a problem with someone drawing blood from my hand, and she said she didn't know why she couldn't do it. It turns out that the moment she couldn't draw blood, she knew it was blown. That's what a blown vein does. That's why she told me, "I don't know why I can't draw blood, he did hit the vein right, it's not blown" and kept emphasizing that it wasn't blown.

This is just SAD.

UPDATE: IT IS MY THYROID. WALK IN IMMEDIATELY KNEW WHAT TEST TO GIVE ME. I TOLD THEM AT THE HOSPITAL MY GLANDS WERE SWOLLEN. THEY EVEN FELT IT UP THEMSELVES.