The only reason I'm giving two stars is because my first nurse, Tonya was fabulous, and my surgery team was good. My experience immediately went down hill after my surgery when I woke up in recovery. I was here today for an outpatient surgery. This was my 3rd time here for surgery and every other time I had a great experience. This time, I am still very upset about it.... I warned every single nurse and doctor that I spoke to, that I have bad reactions to anesthesia when I wake up. Every single time, I have a terrible panic attack. When I woke up in recovery I immediately started panicking. My chest got tight and I felt as if I couldn't breathe and I started crying. My nurse in there, who's name I can't remember (I think maybe Jennifer or something like that), showed no compassion for me. They went and got my mom to try and calm me down, which didn't work. I was still having a full blown panic attack and it was only getting worse. I wanted to hold my moms hand or squeeze the bed rail because I was in a lot of pain and it hurt to try to breathe, and I was almost hyperventilating. My nurse kept pulling my hand away and telling me to put that arm down because I was messing with my blood pressure cuff. I'm sure She could have easily just put it on the other arm so I could hold my moms hand. My nurse then, got on the phone, I assume with a doctor to ask for advice and she proceeds to tell him that "I am throwing a fit". That really upset me. I was not throwing a fit. I was having a panic attack out of my control. She proceeds to tell me I can't have any more medication so I need to just calm down and take deep breaths. Clearly this lady has never experienced a panic attack because your chest tightens up and it's nearly impossible to take a deep breath. I kept hearing her on the phone and from the bits and pieces I was able to hear (she was whispering, which is really inappropriate if you ask me. If you're talking about me and my care there is no reason I shouldn't be able to hear the conversation) it sounded like they were accusing me of faking it so I could get more medication. I really don't appreciate this kind of treatment because to be honest I HATE medication, and hate the way it makes me feel. And i was by no means coherent enough to even think about faking anything. Also, she kept putting things in my IV without telling me she was doing it and letting me know what was being injected into my body. Even if I'm not fully coherent I have a right to know what is being done to me. I could not have been happier to be moved to stage two recovery, with a very nice understanding nurse... Basically, if you're going to be a nurse, learn to have at least a little compassion. I warned everyone that I would wake up in a panic and they should have been prepared for that. Instead I was treated like I was a drama queen and a drug seeker and I am very upset about this whole experience. I am crying writing this because it was very traumatic. I am very disappointed in Chesapeake general because I always had a good experience here until today. It has now been ruined for me and I will not be back.