What is the point of the ER?
in Health ·
I don't even need a ride; I’m perfectly capable of walking there myself. 😬
But honestly, I’ve ended up trekking back three separate times because of the exact same issue.
Back when I was just a teenager, I spent about six hours sitting in a Washington, D.C. hospital in the middle of the night all by myself. Once they actually decided to see me, they spent two whole hours meticulously poking and prodding before finally sending me on my way.
Then there was this smaller town hospital where they rushed me straight in—buried in a crowd of people—handled the "emergency" in fifteen minutes, and kicked me out without a single test result or follow-up instruction.
The next time I went to that same small-town facility, they actually had the nerve to imply everything was just "all in my head." Once I laid out the actual timeline of events, they suddenly realized there *was* an emergency, patched me up in fifteen minutes, and tossed me out again.
It cracked me up when I showed up at a Washington, D.C. ER at 3:00 AM with a different urgent issue, only for them to tell me I should have gone to a completely different ER on the other side of town.
In the end, nothing turned out to be life-threatening, but there was absolutely no way for me to know that the moment I walked through those doors.
I also remember being at the Klaić clinic with my college roommate. They started yelling at her for no reason at all, and she was such a terrified little sheep. After that, they spent three hours studying her, only to eventually realize exactly what was wrong—something I had figured out the second we left, mostly because I'm a huge fan of shows like House. To make matters worse, they wouldn't even tell us what the diagnosis was, claiming that, well, Jesus God, it involved private parts. 😳 Ever since then, I've been a bit skeptical of doctors. 😬 Oh, and one time I mentioned that something had happened exactly 26 and a half hours prior, and the doctor on duty looked absolutely stunned by my math skills; she spent forever trying to calculate the timing herself. That definitely added to my doubts. I mean, surely they can handle basic IV drip ratios, right? 🙂
I’m also just endlessly fascinated by the fact that in so many ERs, they are still hunched over those old-fashioned typewriters. 🙏
But honestly, I’ve ended up trekking back three separate times because of the exact same issue.
Back when I was just a teenager, I spent about six hours sitting in a Washington, D.C. hospital in the middle of the night all by myself. Once they actually decided to see me, they spent two whole hours meticulously poking and prodding before finally sending me on my way.
Then there was this smaller town hospital where they rushed me straight in—buried in a crowd of people—handled the "emergency" in fifteen minutes, and kicked me out without a single test result or follow-up instruction.
The next time I went to that same small-town facility, they actually had the nerve to imply everything was just "all in my head." Once I laid out the actual timeline of events, they suddenly realized there *was* an emergency, patched me up in fifteen minutes, and tossed me out again.
It cracked me up when I showed up at a Washington, D.C. ER at 3:00 AM with a different urgent issue, only for them to tell me I should have gone to a completely different ER on the other side of town.
In the end, nothing turned out to be life-threatening, but there was absolutely no way for me to know that the moment I walked through those doors.
I also remember being at the Klaić clinic with my college roommate. They started yelling at her for no reason at all, and she was such a terrified little sheep. After that, they spent three hours studying her, only to eventually realize exactly what was wrong—something I had figured out the second we left, mostly because I'm a huge fan of shows like House. To make matters worse, they wouldn't even tell us what the diagnosis was, claiming that, well, Jesus God, it involved private parts. 😳 Ever since then, I've been a bit skeptical of doctors. 😬 Oh, and one time I mentioned that something had happened exactly 26 and a half hours prior, and the doctor on duty looked absolutely stunned by my math skills; she spent forever trying to calculate the timing herself. That definitely added to my doubts. I mean, surely they can handle basic IV drip ratios, right? 🙂
I’m also just endlessly fascinated by the fact that in so many ERs, they are still hunched over those old-fashioned typewriters. 🙏