I can see why this hospital has only three stars. Some of the staff are very nice, and others are rude jerks. When you enter, if you are a lady, they don't care what condition you are in, bleeding to death, or can't breathe, they are going to rifle through your purse as you come in the door, no matter what else is happening. But if you are a man, you can enter with a gun in your waistband or a weapon in your pocket because the security people only check handbags, they did not check the men in any way. That was dumb, misogynistic and rude. They had an EMT at triage, and he was rude too. When I said my O2 cannula was too tight, and I tried to loosen it, he rudely took it upon himself to yell at me, "You need to calm down and leave that alone!" Um, no, it's my face, and I'll do whatever I want with what is on my face, whether that jerk likes it or not, if I say it is too tight, then it is too tight, and will be removed. They really need a briefer on patient rights, they appeared not to know patients even had any rights! But we do, and in my treatment room I saw that they had printed up a page entitled "patient rights" and put it on the counter, but they didn't give it to me. When I asked to have it passed to me, so that I could read it, they refused, saying I would get that at discharge. The doctor did an insufficient exam, only cursory exam, briefly listening to my chest, not even checking lymph nodes or looking down my throat. When I told him that after waiting for 3 hours in the waiting room I was suffering from a back ache as well, instead of saying, "I'll ask a nurse to bring you a pillow" this self aggrandizing and arrogant little jerk said instead, "Next time bring a pillow". Yeah, because everybody stops for a pillow when they are rushing to the hospital because they have an emergency. So, then, I never saw him again. The nurse, named Bliss, was pleasant enough, but all she did for me was prime my IV line, and she didn't prime it very well, as I watched quite a few bubbles flowing into it. Seriously, since you must take the time to prime it, you might as well prime it right. The gentleman who started my IV was a paramedic named Roger, and he did a fantastic job of it, starting it as painlessly as possible, on the first stick. But then he didn't secure it adequately, so that the first time I moved my arm, it blew my vein. Then there was a lovely little nurse named Jordaine and she was very and so was the respiratory therapist, Theresa, and a wonderful XRay tech. So, mixed review, there are some real jerks working over there, and some incompetents, and some rude people, and some nice competent ones too.