Hello everybody. Remember me? Well, I don't live in the Villages any longer, but I wanted to jump in and relate my final experience at the Villages ER. The memory will live with me for a long time.
As we were preparing to move, I was loading some stuff on a utility trailer and I slipped on wet metal and fell from the trailer to the ground with my right hand bent completely in to my wrist under my chest. I was ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that it was broken. The pain was excruciating.
Off we went to the Villages ER, where we waited several painful hours before I made a minor scene at the admissions desk. Funny thing, I was next.
Once inside, they took an X ray of my wrist and to my great relief it wasn't broken. The doc asked me the pain level on a scale of 0 to 10. I told him it was as close to a 9 as you can get.
He said, we'll take care of that pain right away, I'll be right back. 1/2 hour later, I got off the bed and went looking for the doctor. I found him standing at the nurses station, laughing at some jokes that had just been told. He was in a real relaxed state with elbows on the counter and his one foot crossed behind the other.
I said, "Hey Doctor, remember me, 9+ pain waiting for you to help me?" He said, "Oh, the nurse was just coming in with some medication." I said,"Ya right, enjoy your jokes."
about 10 minutes later she came with a pill in a cup and 11 minutes later, I was dressed and head for home.
That's my story. Hard for me to forget even when their defenders here post reasonable arguments about why it is the way it is.
I am now sitting on the board of directors of a large hospital/health care group. As a director, I will do my best to use this example as what not to allow in any of our emergency rooms.
JLK
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