Casey Palmer5
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joined Jan 2016
I have some incredibly dark, honestly just grim experiences with our healthcare system. I used to be part of the system myself, thank God I’m not anymore. On one hand, I haven't had a single bad experience with my primary care doctor (she seems like a sane human being), but when it comes to the ER services... it's a different story entirely. Then again, you have to consider that since I worked in the field, I probably get better treatment than your average Joe (it's a total disgrace, really) because of my connections with my doctor.
I truly wish they would start using actual algorithms, because the way they operate right now—specifically at the local General Hospital, where we were bounced between the ER urology, internal medicine, and infectious disease departments after my GP sent us there—makes absolutely no sense. We had a patient with acute abdominal pain and a completely messed up blood count (high neutrophils, dropping red blood cells and hemoglobin, and a massive spike in liver enzymes), and they just tossed him back and forth like a ball. They kept insisting it was renal colic or a urinary tract infection, which had nothing to do with what was actually happening. They wouldn't even bother doing an abdominal ultrasound. We spent a total of maybe ten hours sitting in waiting rooms for infectious disease, internal med, and urology all on a Thursday night. All based on a wrong diagnosis, which wasn't corrected until Saturday morning when a private internist finally stepped in because I lost my mind with frustration, knowing something was seriously wrong. From there, I pulled some strings without any shame to get a CT scan processed, because otherwise, you'd never get it done through the standard channels—you'd have to go private—and it was an emergency (though clearly, my connections weren't good enough to get an immediate diagnosis). After the scan, which, lo and behold, proved it was an emergency, I used my contacts to get him admitted to the hospital, hoping for some actual action. The "action" resulted in him lying in a hospital bed from Friday afternoon until Monday, in excruciating pain, unable to eat for five days straight, while a nurse acted surprised that he wouldn't touch his lunch (honestly, screw their nursing diagnoses and assessments). I told her he couldn't eat, but there was no IV fluids offered, even though his hematocrit dropped to about 90 within just three days. I've seen a lot in my time, but I've never seen someone breaking out in a cold sweat from sheer agony that quickly. Man, my fiancé really had to show it for them to notice. It all ended badly because we were too late, largely due to those initial wrong diagnoses.
The following epilogue isn't for the faint of heart, but I am so disillusioned with the healthcare system that I have no intention of ever using these services again (as long as I have the money for private care, even if my future husband works at such an eminent institution), and if I ever have to, it will only be through connections. Because if you go the regular route without extra knowledge, you're basically left to die in the street. Obviously, if a patient or their companion doesn't have specialized knowledge or people on speed dial, you can just drop dead like a dog on the road. If I had gone the standard way, that is exactly what would have happened to my fiancé; he would have kicked the bucket just like a stray. Though, he probably would have had better company and been in better shape than he was in that hospital. A place where they use Ketoral as analgesics for people dying of cancer. From the first symptoms to death, it was less than two weeks. The tumor is specific and can be treated and even cured, even at those stages, but it is extremely aggressive and kills very fast.
As for the "soul caretakers" on duty who might try to claim the condition wasn't treatable, I still have a shelf full of about thirty papers proving the exact opposite. Getting hold of the medical documentation was a nightmare; I could only get it through a lawyer after one of our "esteemed" doctors practically kicked me out of his office when I asked for a copy of the files. Getting the autopsy report was just as hard, and on top of that, they tried to make me sign a form saying I had received the complete medical records (when they actually tried to snatch the folder right out of my hands while I was looking through it). I dropped the lawsuit purely to maintain my sanity, knowing how things work here, and following my lawyer's advice because I just don't have the financial or mental strength to fight it.
Anyway, thanks, but no thanks.
In the end, he was a 32-year-old man who regularly donated blood, yet when he actually needed it, he didn't receive it (as far as I know, blood is given when levels hit 90, let alone when this happens in just a few days). I don't know the exact cause of death, but I can guess (pulmonary hemorrhage, where absolutely no intervention took place).