Emergency Room Odyssey Mar 21, 2022 21:17:48 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Mar 21, 2022 21:17:48 GMT -5
Emergency Room Odyssey
After waiting for eight hours at the Harrisburg Hospital emergency waiting room, I had finally had enough and decided to leave. I was wearing this green surgical gown and some socks that they had provided for me after a decontamination in the morning process due to bedbug infestation.
I casually mentioned the eight-hour wait without having bee seen by a doctor to the checkout clerk and she blew up as if i had jabbed her rump with a white-hot goading prod. Immediately she began angrily telling me just how extremely unreasonable I was acting by wanting to be seen in less than eight hours. After all, other people with far more serious issues had to take priority.
Since I considered her angered reaction totally unwarranted, I rhetorically asked her if she was ill and she said no. Was she old? No! Then why the anger?" She didn't respond, but just very nervously and hurriedly dealt with my paper work and dismissed me while still fuming. Then she proceeded to ignore me while to checking out other patients.
Meanwhile, I stood there a few feet away honestly believing that I would be given clothing that had left with security after the decontamination eight hours before. But as the dreary long minutes kept ticking by, and other patients were being checked in and out, and nothing happened, I began to worry. So when there was a lull in activity, I approached the desk again.
"So you're back again?" she asked morosely fixing her gaze on me as if ready to pounce. .
"Yep I am back!" I responded calmly while expecting her to hand over my clothing so I could leave.
Now she was really enraged and told me that I had already been checked out and said stated very smugly that if I wanted to be escorted out by security, she could very easily arrange it. I responded that if she wanted me to leave she would have to give me my clothing since I could not go home without a my coat my shoes, and especially not my money.
"What clothing?" she asked with a confused look on her pale face.
"The clothing that the hospital saved for me after the decontamination procedure in the morning when I arrived." I responded. At that point, the security guard whom she had apparently summoned via pressing some emergency button under her desk, an elderly man who seemed to understand my plight upon seeing me in socks and in a gown, had appeared was standing beside me and agreed with me when I told him.
"She wants me to leave, but I can't without my clothing and my money that I left with security this morning after decontamination." I told him.
At that she glanced at the document with my admittance info on it, and realized she had made a mistake. My clothing was returned and I then was finally able to go home without having been seen by a doctor after a nine-hour wait. Definitely not what I had expected wen I had arrived.