Unfiltered Story #103604

, , | Unfiltered | January 5, 2018

(I have epilepsy and have had several partial-complex seizures. I have been delivered by ambulance to the city hospital; unfortunately, the neurologist on call is one who I stopped seeing when he accused me of faking seizures in order to get attention–possibly because he is friendly with the neurologist who molested me when I was a teen.)

ER Nurse: Her ID says she has epilepsy. We need to make sure she’s had her medication today.

Neurologist: There’s no need. She’s just being dramatic. (To me) [My name]! Stop trying to make everyone feel sorry for you. (To the nurse) Give her some [anxiety medication]. She’ll tell you it gives her panic attacks; she’s a chronic liar. Just do it.

(I am not sure what happened next, but I woke up in the darkened room alone. Confused and sick, I threw up in a trash bin and wandered down an empty hall until I found an exit. I remember walking blankly until I found a street sign, then calling my sister and asking her to pick me up. About an hour later, I am home in bed when the phone rings and my mother answers.

Caller: This is [name] from [hospital]. Your daughter was here earlier today. She isn’t currently in the room and hasn’t been seen in a few hours; would you like us to begin looking for her?

Mother: She’s with us now, and safe, no thanks to you.

Caller: Oh, okay. When can she come in to give us her billing information?

(I did go back, with my parents… and a lawyer. He suggested that charging me for improper treatment that I had never consented to, and had been harmed by, might not be in their best interest. They dropped the bill. They also sent my mother flowers, which was weird.)

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