@broadwaybabyto@zeroes.ca When I turned 21, I suffered from a one sided pneumothorax. It's basically the inside of your lung that starts to tear from the outside membrane, letting it deflate and crush itself. It starts with a dull pain and climbs until it feels like someone is stabbing you. Of course, this is a life threatening injury.
This happened during a calculus class of all things. Out of nowhere I start clasping my chest, and after 10 seconds, I starts coughing in pain and short of breath.
No one is doing anything. Could've been an steoke, or anything else. No one is doing anything. I do my best to grab my stuff and leave. I reach the front desk. I can barely stand. Ask them if there's a nurse on campus. No... Ask them if they can call an ambulance... no...
I grab the phone and call my dad. I ask him for help. He shows up 5min later, and brings me to the ER.
We stop right at the entrance, he leaves the car running, doors opened and help me get in the ER. I can only walk because my dad is helping me. I am clearly struggling to breathe. We get to the triage nurse...
She turns me back asking I take a ticket first...
My dad picks a ticket... it's the next one... they dont call me for over 30 minutes...
When they finally do, they take my vitals. Heart rate is elevated. Oxygen is at 98. Go sit on a chair... low priority...
Reminder that at that point, I'm getting tunnel vision from the pain...
26 hours later...
Twenty... six... hours... later...
A doctor passes by, sees me like I'm fucking dying and calls a code on the intercom.
5 minutes later, I'm doing chest x-rays, he reads them himself, and puts me next in line for the OR.
I never seen a hospital turn from boring to someone got shot in a movie level of panic that quickly.
I got discharged 7 days later with 3 months of recovery time.
The same thing happened for the other lung a year later. They know my history. They knew I was at risk.
Same hospital. They still took 14 hours to treat me.
I lost my mom a year later from cancer, again due to mismanagement and insanely slow care at that same hospital...
I never finished college because of this. My personality changed. I can't really do sports anymore. My mental abilities probably took a hit too...
10 years later. I met the person who was working as quality and safety director in that hospital. He told me that he joined just after my incident. He told me that this is, by far, the worse hospital in the province by every metric, and that everything was against them.
It also was one of the poorest region, with over 20% of locals living exclusively on welfare.
No one deserves to go through this.