Virginia Mason Medical Center Informative - I do matter just because I am poor doesn't mean your can use me
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON -- I start this hoping it will appear, because of the way I was treated there has to be others out there.
I started receiving medical services at Virginia Mason Hospital in 2005, when I started having problems with my back. They took xrays, mri's and then sent me to the pain management department, there I was told since they couldn't see anything on the mri's and xray's for the pain I was feeling, the doctor told me and I quote "It's all in your head". Ok, I trusted them, their doctors right.
Well, I started to see a mental health therapist because I really believed them. for two more years I suffered both physically and mentally always thinking that they the doctors new what they were talking about and I must be really messed up to cause this severe pain in my mind.
Well in August of 2007 I ruptured a disc and low and behold they lied to me. There was something wrong with my back along with that I was also told I had spinal stenosis. Since then I have two different surgeries from Highline Medical Center in Burien, WA. A great hospital.
Well with all the cut backs and restrictions implented by Medicaid and Medicare I had to leave them and unfortunately return to Virginia Mason in Federal Way, WA.
By then I had proof of the pain and more mri's so they picked up with the previous doctor and helped me this time with that. But I went in for another procedure just in October of 2010 a colonoscopy and the anastgeologist stuck me 10 times in my feet even after I had advised them that the last surgery I had there they had to use an ultrasound to find my veins. The nurse even asked did he want the machine and he stated no they had their own equipment and stuck me again. By then one of the nurse's noticed that I was becoming upset, my blood pressure was rising so she asked shouldn't they procedure with the knock out medication and the doctor who was sticking me noticed the monitor and nodded yes. (Now realize he's at me feet), so the nurse pushed the medication in my IV, the same medication that Killed Michael Jackson.
When I started to leave, I couldn't even wear my shoes, so my caregiver placed my socks on my feet.
I later at home counted over 10 needle sticks in both of my feet and more in both arms and hands. I couldn't put my shoes on for two weeks, because of the swelling and the pain. It's freezing up here and I couldn't go outside or barely walk. My caregiver had to push me around in my seated walker to go back and forth to the bathroom.
I called the patient relations department and its been over 3 months since the procedure and they still haven't said they were sorry. I even asked that since I had been treated like that I didn't want to be charged for all of those needles nor the doctors time. Guess what they couldn't wait they filed immediately.
But when my feet got so big and you couldn't even see an ankle bone, I went back to see if they couldn't help me in the pain I was in. The doctor I was suppose to see, ran out because she had a problem at home so her assistance listened to me and saw I needed attention, so she pushed me down the building in a wheelchair, all the way on the other end of the facility. She stated that she would let the receptionist know, she came back and told me someone would see me shortly. I waited around 20 minutes all the while the doctor at the clinic I had been at came back and her assistant had told me to come on back once they saw me at the new clinic office, no one every helped.
So I sent my caregiver up to the receptionist and the receptionist stated she didn't know why I was there nor did the assistant inform her of anything. So my caregiver wheels me back to the clinic I started with and low and behold the doctor was seeing someone else in my appointment time and I was shoved into a room to wait. We waited and waited but no one came, we opened the door saw a clerk and asked her where was the assistant and the doctor were, they were busy. I was so upset I started to cry, my caregiver saw just how bad I was treated, she also sat with me during the intake for the colonoscopy, she heard and saw everything. I repeated over and over again that I was a bad stick it was even noted on my chart that day. How do I know; they handed me the paper work after it was filled out to give to the team in the procedure room it was there.
This hospital and clinic have mentally and physically abused me for now going at least 4 years.
One making me thinking I was crazy, that I had a really good imagination, prolonging the agony I had been in and then to treat me like this
HOW CAN THEY RECEIVE an award for Outstanding Patient Services HOW?????
They thought I wouldn't let others know of the treatment, I was a bluff.
I am tired of being treated like a dog because I am poor. I am a human being. I have pictures I just hope I get to post them for all the world to see.
I know exactly what that little boy went through watching his mother die because she too was poor and didn't have insurance for the better off. I pray that the president keeps on trying to give us good quality care for the poor. I didn't ask to be poor, I want to work but I can't. I would clean toilets, shovel manure if I could stand, walk or pick up things. But I can't anymore and I only want to be treated with the respect of a Human Being not an animal.