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Lying Hospitals
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Brachial vein boofed some DMT vape solution (PEG or glycerin based, dunno what else, and immediately felt like my brain was turning to sludge jelly. Thought about riding it out, but when my hands started tingling and my body felt like it was going numb I decided after like 15 minutes to go the hospital because I do NOT want to end up like hydromorphone. Especially if what happened to her were to happen to my precious, precious brain. I'm terrified of being paralyzed and being force fed tater tots and hot dogs from the unwashed shit-hands of a 240lb Ukranian woman that smells like sweat, and fat-coughs into my ear, and having my face washed with vagina stained rags.
So I thought I was having a stroke if that wasn't already clear. What was very strange was that I had no psychedelic effects going on at all. It wasn't mixed right, and unfortunately I wasted everything I had without experiencing anything. I went to the nearest hospital 2.5 miles away that was aptly rated three stars on Google. It was clean, the rooms were nice, the bed was soft, staff was friendly enough, but they were so slow and didn't communicate anything, and didn't answer my call light for about ten minutes every time I called. And I called like three times because they wouldn't do what I asked.
I asked for water three times and never got it, I yelled sorta at the nurse because I saw the doctor right when I got there, but it had been 4 hours and I hadn't seen her since. Anyway, when I was first evaluated, the doctor said "Mmk, I think we'll give you some Ativan and run some tests. Nurse comes back after I had basically been forgotten for 2 hours and asked me what the doctor ordered. "Ativan and labs".
"Let me check. Mm, I see labs, but no Ativan ordered. Let me call the lab over here." JEEEEEEZUS! Okay, now I started panicking even more because I hadn't eaten in a day and didn't know why I wasn't hungry at all, and I couldn't feel my stomach, and my fingers felt numb, and I felt like I was dying, so I pulled the call light and told them this. They told me the doctor can't make a diagnosis without the tests, and I told them I wanted a CT scan, and even though I told them I felt like I was gonna die and was yelling after ingesting psychedelics, no Ativan, even though I kinda yelled at the nurse and she went out the door and said "We'll get him some Ativan."
Anyway, by the time they were ready to bring me back for the CT, I decided against it because I was feeling better, and I'm paying out of pocket because it's worth like $500 bucks to me for a simple ER visit, a CBC, and a metabolic blood test for my parents not to know that I went to the ER becuose the insurance payout form would be sent to them. Reminder to self: Check to see if I qualify for fr$$ O'BAWWmacare (bee-cause Obama CARES!)
Never got that Ativan, even though they mentioned that I was going to get it like three times; basically got forgot about a couple times; got a turkey sandwich which was just two slices of low quality turkey on two slices of equal quality white bread, and a small can of rather tasty generic lemon-lime soda. 3/5 star experience, didn't want to have emotional sex with anybody.
