Ralph R.
Yelp
I am 84 years old and have visited my share of ER's over my lifetime and this goes back to the 1950's. I would put the St Davids ER at the bottom of the list. I have never been treated which such a lack of compassion and such an uncaring attitude by all involved, except for the young lady who checked me in, she was very concerned that I was in pain. She must have been new or maybe just a sensitive compassionate person.
On Tuesday night, Oct 10, I had a gout attack, not my first by any means. Though I could wait it out but by Friday evening I knew I was in for another sleepless night, so I opted to go to the ER.
I entered the ER between 4 and 4:30 pm and was admitted immediately, by the nice young woman at the check in desk. I was then sent to a room to wait. I waited about an hour (5:30 or so) and a nurse came in, introduced herself, said she would be taking care of me, and a doctor would in shortly, then left. Never saw her again. A doctor (don't remember her name) did come in shortly after, ask where I was hurting, had me pull up my pants leg and looked at my knee. Her diagnosis was that I had sciatica, even though I told her I had a history of Gout in the knee and had had two arthroscopic surgeries for meniscus tears in that knee. I know what gout feels like. She condescended saying she would order an X-ray just in case, but still thought it was sciatica. I waited another half hour or so and a portable X-ray was brought in and my knee was X-rayed. About an hour later, around 6:45, I was totally miserably laying on the bed, as the head was up and the foot was down. The doctor came back in and said, "can't get comfortable, huh", then went on to say that I had some arthritis in the knee, she still thought it was sciatica, but no exam or testing for sciatica. The doctor said I should go see my orthopedic doctor. She asked me if I had a ride, and I said no that I was driving myself. She said she had called in a prescription for pain medication to Randall's pharmacy, but could not give me anything strong, as I was driving, so was going to get me some over the counter pain reliever to take now. I was expecting a shot of cortisone, which is standard pain relief for gout. I told the doctor that I hurt so bad that I felt nauseous. She said nothing just left. I expected her to return promptly with the cortisone and Tylenol, but after about 15 minutes I felt like I was going to throw up and or have diarrhea. I went into the hallway I was having difficulty walking as my knee felt like it would collapse, and the pain was terrible. I was holding onto the wall looking for a restroom when a young woman texting on her phone walked by. I asked if there was a restroom close. She glanced up nodded her head and said, "around the corner", then kept on walking. No offer of assistance. I walked toward the Nurses' desk where maybe a dozen people were standing. They could see that I was in distress, but no one offered to assist or ask if I was OK. Found the restroom, gagged some, but didn't throw up as I had not been able to eat much. The feeling of diarrhea passed, so headed back to the room. I was disoriented and did not know which way to go. Again, no help from the onlookers. Just a dozen people standing around. I'm sure some of them were actually working, but still no offer to assist by anyone. Made it back to the room and waited until 7:15 or 7:20, but the doctor did not return with the cortisone or Tylenol. Knowing my pharmacy at Randalls closed at 8pm I wanted to get there before they closed to be sure and get some pain medication. I knew time was running out for me to get to Randalls and knew the doctor was not going to give the shot of cortisone that would instantly relieve the pain, so opted to just leave, so I could get to the pharmacy on time. I staggered past the Nurses' desk and headed toward the exit. No one bothered to ask if I was OK, no one cared, just looked. Got to the exit and the automatic door would not open, so in frustration and pain I slapped the door, at which time someone said, 'what's his problem". I turned around and said, "My problem is I have been here over 3 hours in severe pain, and no one has done anything to relieve the pain, so I just want out of here so I can get to the pharmacy to get some pain medication". A young blonde headed woman stuck her head around the corner and ask if I had been dismissed, to which I answered "No". She said, "Go sit over there and I will get your discharge papers, you certainly aren't stuck here" (very compassionate). I have no idea what kind of a release I signed (probably releasing the ER from any and all liability). I did make it to Randalls by 7:55, but the prescription was never called in.
I survived the weekend, albeit with severe pain. Went to Dr Blais, who looked at my X-ray and said, "Yep, got gout in that knee". Gave me a shot of cortisone and I left almost pain free (20 minutes tops).
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