I have seen a total of 7 people over the course of my life die in a waiting room of the ER.
Right in front of me.Â
Often with me demanding that nurses or doctors do something.
Some were quiet. Some were loud. But ALL of themâŚ. were human beings who deserved and needed help and did not get it.
I was misdiagnosed from May 2010 to the end of September 2010 with a âpulled muscleâ in my back. No matter how many times I went, not matter how I presented, the doctors refused to do more than an x-ray before writing off my pain.
As the months went on I couldnât sleep, could hardly move. I lost feeling in my leg, my feet and toes. I couldnât eat, I would just sit and cry endlessly, unable to find relief. And as soon as my body began to adjust to the level of pain, the pain got worse.
But visit after visit, I was dismissed.Â
And it not only affected my health and quality of living, but my ability to work and functionâŚ. and then it affected my relationships. My friends didnât understand why I wasnât working. I was told to âwork through the pain.â
Because if the doctorâs said it wasnât that bad, no one was going to believe me when I said it was unbearable.
And I worked through the pain, in 10-12 hour shifts at a convenience store, hauling boxes and standing for hours, no lunchesâŚ
Until finally, I couldnât take it anymore. It came to pass that finally, after months of horrendous agony, I hadnât gone to the bathroom in over a week. I couldnât. The pain was too severe.
And so I went. And I lied. Until this point Iâd told them the realityâ I woke up one morning, and my back was in pain. Since there was no accident that caused it, they wouldnât look further. But this time I lied- I told them I tripped over my cat.
Because I was in so much pain, I couldnât think of a better lie. And I was crying, but quiet⌠for 10 hours, waiting in the front of the ER to be seen.
They took me back, and were discussing just an x-ray AGAIN and then I snapped. I lost my mind, I wailed, I dropped, I couldnât move. I shrieked the pain of nearly half a year so loudly they finally sedated me, and put me in a chair in the back area to await a ct scan.
Another 5 hours later (but at least with really good pain meds finally, to keep me quiet) I went for the CT scan, and lo and behold⌠a herniated disk in my lower lumbar, pressed so hard on my spinal cord, the doctors didnât understand how I had walked into the ER, much less walked to multiple bus stops and rode multiple buses to get there.
I was scheduled for emergency surgeryâŚ. that I still had to wait another 9 hours for.Â
Because no one would listen, aside from my mom. I had people I loved treating me like dirt for being unable to pay bills, all on the word of doctors who didnât do their jobs.
So you can go to hell OP.