To the negligent, rude, borderline-abusive "doctors" at Goshen Hospital ER that blamed me for my own pain ("Anxiety") for the past 6 months:
I NEEDED to go to the ER last night after I had not one, but three particularly severe gallbladder attacks in a row. I managed to drive myself to the hospital at 1am, and was submitted immediately due to the ER being empty. The triage nurse was wonderful, as was the nurse practitioner assigned to me. Both saw my pain, saw that I wanted to die and it all be over, and treated me with love and sympathy.
The doctor, on the other hand, is a doctor that has treated me with disdain and shortness since my first time seeing her. This was maybe the 4th time she'd been assigned to my "care" since this spring when I began having symptoms and going to the ER for them. She usually sweeps in, with a look of complete disdain on her face, leans against the counter, and says with a dead-pan voice "Why're you here?". I told her, with a certain amount of well-earned frustration in my voice, that I finally found out why I'd been in so much pain these past 6 months. I had a large gallstone, and it was causing actual proven excruciating pain.
There was no look of realization on her face in how she'd been approaching me was heartless and wrong of her profession, no look of understanding. Her expression didn't soften, she actually looked if possible less interested. She said, "What are you taking for your pain?". I said "Nothing". She immediately interjected with "Why?" in a rude way. I tried to tell her that I only found out I had the gallstone the night before, and because of the extreme bouts of torture, I'd slept for 16 hours.
When I woke up, the pharmacies were all closed and there was nothing to be done. What could I do? After all, Goshen hospital and my primary care doctor preferred to believe I wasn't actually in any pain. That I was faking because of hypochondria and anxiety. So THEY NEVER GAVE ME ANY PAIN MEDICATION TO TAKE.
And she should have been, to be completely honest, apologizing for misunderstanding me. She should have checked her tone and acted like I was a damn HUMAN BEING. Instead, she left the poor nurse to care for me after she stated "Well, gallbladder pain isn't an emergency." (EXCUSE ME? COME AGAIN?) "I've NEVER heard of a surgeon that would remove a gallbladder just for PAIN." WHAT NOW!? Say that to my grandmother and aunt who suffered ONE attack and immediately had their gallbladders removed the next day, because of their pain. Both have told me, there was no blockage or emergency. But the doctors RECOGNIZED their AGONY and said "this things gotta go NOW" because anyone who's seen someone go through this KNOWS: The pain is an emergency.
I almost snapped back "Is suicide an emergency? Because if you don't stop this pain right now or get me a surgeon, I will kill myself. I can't live with this any longer." Yes folks, that's how excruciating my pain was. And she just turned on her heel and left. After practicing blatant mal-practice by lying to a patient or at the least, not knowing a damn thing of what she was talking about. I have way more to say, but I far exceeded the character limit. Sooo. What canya do?
My advice to anyone who has no choice but to go to this ER around midnight is: If you get a "Doctor Katharine Withorn" assigned to you, kindly ask for a different doctor. Or a nurse practitioner instead. They could do her job better, and with a hell of a lot more compassion.