#assholedoctors

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When the Dr is trying to cover his ass because you discharged yourself against medical advise due to him not wanting to listen to you and the inhumane treatment, so he sends a nurse to your home to make sure you're still alive...lol smh #AssholeDoctors #AmazingNurse (at My Comfy Bed)

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STORY TIME: My Drink Got Spiked & Worst Medical Experience Ever!

So, this entire story is a bit of a mess! Let’s get started! 

Last Friday (May 20th), for the last day of my 21st birthday week, I decided to go to Gold Spike 

( for those of you who don’t live in Vegas, Gold Spike is a really fun bar and outside area filled with games like giant beer pong -garbage cans painted red and you use soccer balls to score-, giant connect four, pool, darts, etc. It’s like an adult playground ) 

with my boyfriend Frank, his best friend Jacob, and Jacob’s girlfriend Dallas, who I am good friends with.

We get to Gold Spike and we’re having a pretty good time. Frank and Jacob order a couple pitchers of beer, and I order a vodka cranberry 

( the vodka cranberry was so expensive! It came in an 8oz cup and it was $8.00 ) 

Since it was my birthday, Dallas buys me two more vodka cranberries. At this point I’m a little tipsy. We decide to go outside to watch Frank and Jacob play giant beer pong. Half an hour goes by and I decided to get another drink 

( drink #4 ).

 After I purchase my drink, I go and sit down next to Dallas at a picnic table right next to the guys. This guy with a crazy beard 

( his nickname is Bearded Bastard for reasons to follow... ),

 comes and sits next to me. He’s on my left and Dallas is on my right. Bearded Bastard starts small talk with me... I started to get a really bad feeling about him. Frank notices and calls me over to him. I put my drink down and run over to Frank and start kissing him. I wanted to get the point across to Bearded Bastard that I’m happily taken and my boyfriend is right in front of me. Now, the way that we were sitting, the table part was behind us. I head back to the table and Bearded Bastard wasn’t there anymore, much to my relief.  I take a few sips of my drink and everything goes black. 

Next thing I know, I’m lying on the sidewalk seizing and Frank called an ambulance 

( I have a seizure disorder: Simple Partial that had been in remission for over a year ). 

This is where the worst medical experience story begins. 

So, I’m being loaded onto the stretcher. The EMTs are in the process of strapping me in because I was still seizing at that time. One of the EMTs looks at me and tells me that it’s okay, I’m not having a seizure... WHAT?! Just because I’m conscious doesn’t mean I’m not seizing! This EMT knew that I have Simple Partial seizures 

( due to my boyfriend filling him in on all my medical information ),

 and he says that? Like, do you not know the different types of seizures?! How did you finish your schooling?! ***with Simple Partial seizures, awareness is retained.*** Then the same EMT gets all pissed off when my father tells them to go to Saint Rose Dominican San Martin Hospital instead of Sunrise: when my dad lived here, he worked in the medical field and most of his time was spent in hospitals, so he knew what hospitals would give the best care. Sunrise Hospital is one of the worst hospitals in Las Vegas. So obviously, he wanted the best care for me, so over the phone he told the EMT to go to St. Rose instead, which is about a 45min drive. 

The entire ride to the hospital, the EMT was a complete asshole. Since I was just coming out of multiple seizures, I was very anxious, confused, and emotional. The EMT did nothing to make me feel better. I still didn’t know how I even blacked out and started seizing in the first place. Last I knew, I was chilling and watching the guys play giant beer pong. At most I was slightly drunk, and I’ve never gotten to the point where I’ve blacked out before. 

We get to the hospital and they put me in a private room inside the ER. This was when I was finally starting to get some nice attention. The nurses on staff were extraordinary. They cared for me very much, and checked up on me frequently. Once I was settled in the bed and had my IV with fluids

 ( which, by the way, was the worst IV I've ever had... and I’ve had many! The pain I was in from that IV was remarkable. Not to mention there was a lot of blood in the IV tube ), 

I was finally able to talk to Frank and asked what happened. He said that I was fine until I wasn't. He and I came to the conclusion that my drink must’ve been spiked. Considering that everything that happened was completely out of my character. I’ve never gotten so drunk I lost control, ever. I hate not being in control at all times, so why would I get so obliterated that I blacked out and caused myself to have seizures? And only after 4 very small drinks? That didn’t make sense. Especially because I was just starting to get drunk. But we didn’t think I was roofied or anything, because my symptoms didn’t match. Bearded Bastard must’ve poured more alcohol into my drink. Now, why would this suddenly make me black out? Because I’m not used to any other alcohol besides vodka. So, if Bearded Bastard put something else that was stronger, like Tequila or Whiskey, that would fuck me up big time. Especially if it was Whiskey, because I’m very sensitive to it. One shot of Whiskey, for me, is the equivalent of 4 shots of vodka.

So, we tell the nurses that I was spiked and they drew my blood to do a screening. They also gave me a CT to make sure there were no brain bleeds from the multiple seizures that happened in such a short time. 

The results come back normal, but my blood alcohol level was much higher than it should’ve been, confirming mine and Frank’s theory. 

This was when I met the biggest asshole Doctor ever. He’s like Christina Yang but in male form 

( his bedside manner was beautiful... ) 

He comes in and asks what happened, to which I explain that I must’ve been spiked with more alcohol **because of the reasons I already mentioned**. He dismisses the idea completely and starts to REPRIMAND me on my seizures. I tell him that my seizure disorder was in what I like to call “remission” for over a year, so it makes no sense that they would randomly start now. He dismisses me again! He then says that I shouldn’t be allowed to drive until I see my primary doctor just incase they randomly start up again. Then went on to say that it was the alcohol that caused the seizures. If I wasn’t so tired, I would’ve started laughing! 

First of all, I get auras (symptoms) of a seizure before it happens. So, it’s not like I just fucking drop to the ground. 

Second of all, when I get these aura’s, I take a seizure pill and it stops the seizure in its tracks! The only reason why that wasn’t the case this time, was because I was blacked out, so I couldn’t take the medication. 

Third of all, ALCOHOL DOESN’T CAUSE SEIZURES!! Alcohol is a depressant, if anything it calms the person down! Those are the words my Psychiatrist and multiple Psychology professors told me! And even if alcohol did cause seizures, why would I suddenly get them after only a few drinks, when usually I can be wasted and act just fine? 

What caused my seizures, was the mixing of the alcohols, which sparked my anxiety which caused the seizures! Was the mass amount of alcohol (thanks Bearded Bastard) a catalyst? For sure, but it wasn’t the cause! It was my body being shocked with mass amount of different kinds of alcohol at once and my body going into panic fight or flight.

 The asshole doctor didn't listen to a word I was saying, and just left saying I was fine to go home. 

Sorry this was so long, guys! But there was no way to shorten this shit show of a night! Let me know if you want me to do more story times xx