Unfiltered Story #149666

, , , | Unfiltered | May 10, 2019

I work in the Emergency Room as the front desk person who check in patients. My job is not to diagnose but to right down a short summary of the patient’s symptoms. One night I’m working and a woman walks in and
says, “I need to be checked in for pain in my stomach. It hurts really bad and I really need a doctor to check on me.”
My job is to not ask questions but we are required to see everyone, always. Well I check her in and sit at the desk waiting for the next person to check in. I see this woman pacing back and forth on the other side of the waiting room and then after a moment she stops. She walks over to me and
says, “Can you take me off the list? I don’t need to seen anymore”.
It can be a liability issue if I don’t find out more information and have her sign a form.
I ask, “How come you don’t need to be seen anymore?”
She says, “Oh it was just a fart!”
Me, “uuhhhh”.
And this is definitely not the weirdest thing I’ve seen!

Putting The Lying Into Lying Down

, , , , , | Healthy | May 1, 2019

(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 happens next, but I wake up in the darkened room alone. Confused and sick, I throw up in a trash bin and wander down an empty hall until I find an exit. I remember walking blankly until I find 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 [Caller] 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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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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Outage Of The Brain

, , , , , | Working | December 12, 2017

(I’m calling my ISP’s customer service line to report that my Internet had gone down the night before. Everything goes normally up until right about the end of the call.)

Customer Service Agent: “All right, looking here it looks like there was an outage in your area last night right around midnight and that it came back online a little after two.”

Me: “Great, so we should be good to go, then?”

Customer Service Agent: “Yep. Now remember, in the future you can also sign into our website at [ISP].com where you can receive updates about outages in your area.”

Me: *thinking* “Oh, yes, I’ll just hop online to check why my Internet isn’t working.” *speaking* “All right, thanks. Have a good one.”

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