
Originally Posted by
CFH
That is fucking insane. I hate hospitals with a passion.
When I was younger I accidently put a giant knife through my hand when I was fucking around with my friend. I didn't know it right away, but it severed the main artery in my hand (in addition to slicing through a bunch of tendons). So my friend rushes me to the hospital in his moms car. We get there in about 5 mins or so, by this time the beach towel I have wrapped around my hand is literally soaked through with blood and dripping. The bottle of vodka I drank on the way to the hospital certainly didn't help staunch the blood flow, but I was young and didn't think about it. So we stumble into the emergency room and are promptly warned that if we do not watch our language we will be forced to leave the hospital. So I pretty much tell the nurse to go fuck herself and that if I bleed to death because I managed to offend her puritan sensibilities I hope she winds up in jail for negligence etc. So they quickly take us out of the emergency room and put us in a ward with noone in it, all the fucking lights are off except for the one over the gurney on which I am lying. Nobody shows up and I begin to get dizzy/lose consciousness from blood loss, so my friend - who is big, covered in tattoo's, and somewhat resembles a militant skinhead (he's not a Nazi though, just bald) and finds a doctor, threatens him, and pretty much drags him to where I am laying semi-conscious. Then they stitch me up etc, and I make a point of telling them I have been drinking and not to give me any meds that will fuck me up badly when they interact with the booze. They don't listen and give me a bunch of downers, which severely fuck me up. There's more to the story, but that's the role the hospital played. I still hate that place.
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