Came in vomiting blood and with several pulmonary emboli in my lungs (was having chest pains and difficulty breathing associated with that as well). Dr Marc Afman was incredibly condescending and unprofessional. Zero care or compassion, and a humongous God complex. It’s a wonder his head fit through the door. I vomited blood right in front of one of the nurses, but since my hemoglobin wasn’t at a “critical” level yet, he actually sent me home after doing NOTHING to help. My fiancé told them that IV Benadryl helps my nausea tremendously (I’m allergic to all other anti-emetics, so it’s basically one of my very few options). He refused to give me any because he said there was a nationwide shortage and they only had one vial in the entire hospital and he was going to save it for someone with an allergic reaction (basically he wasn’t going to “waste it” on me). I find that story incredibly unbelievable being that I was just in Zeeland hospital a few days prior, where they found all the embolisms, and they were giving me Benadryl every 6 hours to control my nausea. Why would one (very small) hospital have plenty of it, and an even bigger hospital only have one vial?! Nice try Afman, but I’m not a moron. So when he refused to give me that, my fiancé told them (I was too busy puking blood to say anything) that the only other thing that they’ve tried that has helped is IV Ativan. Mind you, I have a port in my chest because I have several chronic illnesses/issues that require IV access, blood draws, and home IV meds. So I have it accessed currently so I can give myself those meds. He claimed that if they gave me Ativan, they’d have to de-access my port. Ummmm...what?? That makes no sense and he gave us no good explanation for his reasoning. There’s so much more I want to say, about this visit and past visits (not sure why I even went back there after my last horrid experience), but it would likely turn into a novel and I just don’t have the energy for that now. Saw my family dr today and found out my hemoglobin dropped drastically. He wanted me to be re-admitted to the hospital, but I begged and pleaded to try anything and everything else we could before doing that. So now I have to go get iron and fluid infusions daily until my hemoglobin starts to recover (IF it starts to recover). And I’m on a new home IV nausea Med. His biggest concern is me keeping my blood thinners down, to get rid of all the potentially fatal clots my body is producing. Afman couldn’t care less whether I was able to keep it down or not. Not to get too graphic, but let’s just say I wore myself out so badly from vomiting, that I fell asleep with my head hanging over the bucket. I spent 2.5 hours at my awesome family doctors office today (Timothy Childers - he’s AMAZING!) while he put a plan in place to get me feeling better and healthy again. Thank God for him because had I just went home, I could’ve easily died from the clots OR from bleeding out. Again, Afman could NOT have cared less. I have a past, but I’ve been in recovery for three years now. Still, to Afman and the rest of the metro staff, I’m just another junkie. Not worth their time or resources. I hope none of them have to experience any sort of addiction themselves or with someone close to them. It’s a sort of Hell that I’d never wish on anyone. But it would be nice if doctors still took their hipocratic oaths seriously, because Afman did absolutely NOTHING to help me, and instead, put me right directly in harms way. Hope he sees this and hope he can figure out how to be a bit (actually, a LOT) more humble as well as caring and compassionate, one of these days!! Until then, go ANYWHERE but Metro if Marc Afman is working!!