Traditions Medical Center: The Worst Emergency Room I have ever been to!
Once I got to Traditions, I walked up to the triage nurse and was told to take a seat as he proceeded to take my vitals. My blood pressure was extremely high (156/107) due to both my agonizing pain and my anxiety of hospitals, and to top it off my temperature was around 100.5. He insisted on retaking all the vitals and got the same results again. I was obviously not feeling well but the guy was just not getting it.
The place was an absolute mad house! I mean, they had beds lining all the hallways filled with people, nurses running around like they were lost, codes being called all over the place, doctors who looked sleep deprived and overwhelmed and PA’s (Physician’s Assistants) who were trying to read notes and make arrangements to see the new and less serious patients.
I started out in a cozy little room with two nurses; Sara and Tara. Sara was arrogant and completely unsympathetic to my situation and Tara was trying to go on a break the whole time they were getting me situated. I only saw the Sara once and Tara twice. After about 45 minutes of sitting in agony and dry heaving, a PA finally came in. Much to my surprise, she said she would not offer me anything for pain because she thinks I was a pain med seeker, thanks to all the junkies in Florida. I was absolutely furious that instead of letting me speak, she had immediately judged my situation. Finally, when she got done listening to her self-righteous ideals of what she “Thought” was the situation, she gave me an opportunity to talk. I simply said, as kind as possible, “My Doctor sent me here due to a complication from my surgery 5 days ago. Before you start assuming that you know what is going on, would you please take the time to review my chart.” she got really quiet while reading my chart and instead of apologizing, she ordered me 1 MG of Dilaudid through my IV, which is a heavy and very effective IV Pain Relief medicine. After dosing me up with meds, she told me that they have a super critical patient coming and needed to move me to another area to accept this patient. Within 5 minutes, my wheel chair arrived and I was put into a room with a dying woman who had complete renal (kidney) failure.
At this point, my pain was coming back and I was starting to feel the urge to throw up. I was truly in agony and doing my best to keep it together. The numb throbbing pain, had turned into a miserable stabbing pain and the Dilaudid was not helping at all. I was crying and curled up in a ball on my stretcher with my boyfriend rubbing my head telling me that we were in the right place to get answers and I had to try and relax. Relaxing was not an option as the throbbing raged on and I felt completely helpless. Here I am waiting for some answers, and nothing….. more nothing and……. oh what do you know … more nothing.