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I went to this ER 31 times in total, from December 24th, 2018 until January 27th, 2019 the following year, 4 of those 31 visits were via ambulance and that first ambulance trip marked the first time in my life that I have ever had to call 911 in my life. I was walking my dog early December and fell on some ice and my right elbow was where most of the force hit from the fall, and it left a very small cut there. From that day, the cut just continued itching, hurting, continued turning red, the red continued spreading up and down my arm, and all the symptoms continued to get worse and worse until the day I had to call 911 for the first time in my life. I started having chest pains that morning, was also having shortness of breath, felt like I was going to pass out/die, and it was the worst I have ever felt. When I arrived up to the ER the first time I noted in my mind that the wait was extremely long, nurses did more talking amoungst eachtother than with patients, the doctors were guilty of this too, and many other things went on that were not what I would consider professional. I found out that night that I am completely on my own when it comes to my health because based on some information I provided during the triage part of the ER visit they decided that instead of taking the time to treat me properly and you know maybe try and find out what is wrong with me, that they would simply blame the medications that I made sure to bring with me or the fact that I have high functioning autism. Over those 31 visits to that god forsaken hospital, I must have seen every doctor that works in the ER, and not one of them took the time to actually try and figure out what was going on with me. At one point I actually felt like one of those germs in the bottle, of that classic NES game Dr. Mario, because they were throwing so many psychiatric drugs at me. If I did not start refusing to take those medications I would be on 15 to 25 psychiatric medications today. That is another frustration I had, I swear that some if not all of the staff there do not relize that psychiatric drugs are just as hard to stop taking as say quitting smoking for example. That is why today, many years later, I find myself still taking one of those medications they threw at me during that time, do I need it? No, can I stop taking it without serious side effects? No... But I am trying because I do not want to end up taking that medication for the rest of my life. It took from that 24th of December to that 27 of January the following year, during the whole time my symptoms were getting worse, and 31visits to find out... nothing. The last doctor I seen there was Dr. B and he refused to treat me. I wastold that he couldn't treat me because everything that was wrong with me was in my head... Keep in mind that this visit I was having such a hard time breathing while in the waiting room that other patients that were there before me were attempting to give up their spots so I could go in faster. But even my breathing issues were exampled away as congnitive issues... Needless to say I became very upset at this point and went to another hospital to get a second opinion. I had to travel to Moncton, NB, but it was worth it. They took me in and listened to my symptoms, checked out that wound on my arm, and guess what they determined almost imidiately. That the wound on my arm that I got from falling while walking my dog early in December was infected with Staph and not only that they eventually found out that it was MSRA... I had to be hooked up to a IV drip for the first time in my life. Turns out that if I did not go into the second hospital for a second look I would have died that night from choking to death. Because the infection was causing my throat to close up... you know the symptom Dr. B said was all in my head... The staff there could not get over the fact that the staff at the Amherst hospital were so incompetent. There are so many more details I want to include here but I am so close to the character limit... Cheers I guess...
