4 years ago
The Misdiagnosed Recap: #ACDFSURGERY; #CervicalRad...
The Misdiagnosed Recap: #ACDFSURGERY; #CervicalRadiculopathy at C6 & C7, screws and removal of spurs. I have 2 metal vertebrae.
Penrose doctors failed to make an accurate and timely diagnosis of a harmful medical conditions I suffered greatly from. I received a misdiagnosis, and suffer the consequences of their doctor s careless oversights.
Even I knew wrong medications, such as steroids, wouldn't help me! #Penrose? 2-3 visits to your ER in great pain at $200 co-pay a pop? This negligence caused and contributed to my personal harm. I needed serious, life changing spinal surgery.
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STILL PERTINENT TODAY! 2015
No more is this apparent than at #PenroseER. Never mind spending ANY quality time with the patient! Thus, this obviously leads to misdiagnosis, but these "doctors" are yet to be held accountable.
This is evident in the ER as I was called a "suicidal risk." ( I am actually the survivor of 4 family members, and I have 5 children to take care of. I've made it way too far to give up, but none of that mattered to the doctors, especially Dr. Pol* of Cedar Springs.)
Even before I was spoken to. I was wearing 2 medical ID bands; both for PTSD, but also Agoraphobia, Dysthymic disorder & Anxiety. Both ID, as well as my desperate pleas, were IGNORED by every member of staff that came in contact with me.
Especially mean nurse brown hair clip, working around 7pm on the . All rude. You know, we understand you're upset that people are dying outside our doors, but we are human too, and in so much incredible paint, we don't even want to "bother" hospitals. It's "best" to kill yourself. In essence, your treatment of the mentally handicapped is DEPLORABLE!!! , and I honestly feel I was treated worse! Did they not believe the ID's? What in God's name? (I've picked chunks of human brain out of my hair) I was treated like TRASH. This only worsens depression when "those who should help," make you feel much worse! There are so many times you can kick a dog until he'll stay down? You are receiving the suicidal on their very WORST DAY. Is it right to happily scrub salt in the wounds? Think about it.
Within minutes of my rudely cussing, I was being held down (HELD DOWN; I COULDN'T BREATH! My "sin" was that she thought I tried to hurt myself!? Guess what? The suicidal could use even more kindness in their, usually tragic, positions! Your ill treatment only makes EVERYONE feel worse. How, in ANY situation does violence and shame work? Then I was painfully shackled at my wrists and ankles, to a hospital bed at Penrose St. Francis. The nurse was so nasty, I called her Nurse Ratchet. I guess that was a bad idea. Before I knew it, she injected me three different times (3!!), against my will, with mind altering tranquilizers. She had the personality of a frog. With a God-like attitude, she decidedly told everyone I was "combative." Thus, my ankle and wrist shackles were tightened! I felt like a criminal, like Hannibal Lector!
The nasty nurse was working around 7:00pm on 5-25), wearing a simple brown clip and roguish, brown dirty hair and a simple, no-make up, over-weight, around 5'4-5'8". Pale and pudgy face.
Suddenly, my shoulder felt like it went out of socket, causing extreme pain. It hurt like hel*. As I attempted to free it, pop it back forward, I told the nurse how it hurt, but she said I was being "combative," pushed a button, and three more men entered the room and started laying on me with all their body weight. I couldn't breathe.
I felp utterly helpless and hopeless. In hopes of honest mercy from EVERYONE, I told her I was a Christian, and tried to show her the religious tattoos on my back she could clearly see what I was doing. Only on my BACK. This was a humble plea for Samaritan kindness! Kindness didn't fit with her, and she snipped, "we don't allow nudity in this hospital."
FYI: I didn t need my stomach pumped, all my blood work came out fine, I didn t even need charcoal; but I was shipped off for a 72 hour hold for suicides (because of 'past trauma')