This is long and happened in the US. I had my husband call an ambulance. I was in excruciating lower lumbar pain and I was trying to breathe through it. I was concentrating on my breathing and my pain. One of the 2 EMT guys was asking my husband what medication I was on. My husband opened my nightstand drawer. I have a ton of bottles in there. I don’t take most of them and some are “as needed” so they just sit there. Not a priority to get rid of them.
The EMT starts looking at all the pills. Asks my husband about them. He told the guy several times that I didn’t take all of them. Like 4. But this guy decides that I’m either a druggy or having a psychotic episode. They give me a shot of something to help with the pain. They are all trying to get me to talk. Not asking me if I could talk. They are making me try to choose a hospital and I’m having difficulty speaking and I’m still all curled up with pain. All my joints seized up. Including my jaw. I managed to say that I hadn’t taken any pills but they weren’t listening. They ended up getting the fire department to carry me out of the house so they can put me on the gurney. I tell them I’m going to throw up. I was retching like I’m going to throw up. EMT guy tells me not to throw up on his bed. I’m also moaning loudly because I’m being moved while in excruciating pain. So they load me into the ambulance and take off. The EMT didn’t say one word to me in the ambulance and I couldn’t see him. I was so scared because of how they were treating me and my husband wasn’t allowed in the ambulance. When we arrived at the hospital, they were wheeling me somewhere in the ER. EMT guy told me to be quiet because there were sick people there. I was moaning loudly and I started asking loudly for someone to help me because this guy was terrifying me. So while he’s checking me in, I start retching again. But they had put a mask on me. I started throwing up. I was afraid I was going to choke so I was trying to lean over to get the puke out of my mouth and face. Well, they got mad at me for puking and because I was able to get a few words out, that I could really talk. Nobody believed that I couldn’t talk and I was just being dramatic and making this up. When the EMT was ready for me to move to the ERs bed, he put his hands on his hips and told me to get off his gurney. This set a precedent for the ER staff thinking I was on narcotics and having a mental problem. I was lucid the entire time. And so what if I was on narcotics or having a psychotic episode! All people matter! All of the ER staff were rude to me. They did a drug abuse test on me and a test for any illicit drugs.
Of course it all came back negative. ER doctor gave me Haldol! They give that to psychotic people. ER doctor ordered a CT scan of my lower back and my damn head. Still nobody has asked me if I could talk. Everyone was rude to me. I desperately tried to communicate with my eyes. Nothing. Staff didn’t become courteous until my husband showed up. I know damn well this couldn’t have been the first time nor will it be the last time something like this will happen. Is this a common problem? I feel so bad about people who don’t have anyone to advocate for them! I’m currently dealing with PTSD because it happened so recently. I now have a lot of trust issues with healthcare workers. I know everyone in healthcare has a LOT to deal with these days. I didn’t plan on needing to go to the ER. It was a horrible, traumatic experience and I didn’t feel safe.
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