Some doctors can be cunts but mostly in my experience they are good people who want to keep people alive. Imagine dealing with YOU if you are a health professional? Do you think doctors and nurses have free reign on how treatment is given. They have to follow protocols, policys and procedures. A person presenting to ED in the state you describe would not be easy to manage. They dont know for sure what drugs you are on even if you tell them as people often get sold something thats not what they think. Its not easy work and people do try their best. In my experience the people who work in ED depts are among the most committed and patient focussed people i know. Perhaps you should take responsibility for your own actions instead of blaming the doctors and nurses for your predicament.
Right when I was run over by a car I was put on a spinal board, I had a concussion. When I said "feel sick, can you give me some sort of antiemetic" they blanked to me, when I actually was about to be sick I asked them to tip the spinal board, instead they used their 1ml/sec suction tube on my vomit. I started aspirating vomit and a doctor was holding me down, so I punched the fucker (a typical fight or flight response, if you were drowning on your own vomit and being held down you would do anything you could to free yourself; rational thought goes out the window), eventually all the doctors and nurses backed off and I coughed and spluttered up about 1l of vomit. After I'd emptied the contents of my stomach all over my clothes (not removed for a day) and into my long hair I got given an antiemetic. The whole thing could have been avoided had they given me an antiemetic when I asked for one, instead I just got shouted at.
After going for my full body X-ray they determined that I was perfectly fine, even though my left knee was 3 times the size it should be. They tried to make me walk on it, I collapsed (at this point the whispers of 'faking it' were perfectly audible) they wheeled me down to obs and it was only after the surrounding patients expressed my concern about me being okay (falling asleep, twitching and waking up yelping) that a doctor came in and said that my left leg needs X-rayed again, I asked why and they simply said "I junior doctor was put in charge of your X-rays, he X-rayed your right leg twice and didn't notice.
Low and behold my left leg was broken (I would later find out that I had very bad partial tears in my ACL and PCL), they put me on a ward, 'washed the vomit out of my hair' (I was still picking vomit out of my hair and windshield glass out of my face 3 days later, as well as coughing up blood and mucus coated vomit) even though the nurses knew the knee surgeon would only be in on Friday they fasted me from Wednesday.
(There was an awful lot more incompetence shown by the nursing staff too, I think I've posted about this)
When the knee surgeon came in I asked him what he was going to do "well we're going to open your knee, see if the ligaments are damaged and put pins in your knee" when I asked why he wanted to do
exploratory open surgery rather than take an MRI "Uh well our MRI broke down" My last words in that conversation were "fuck off you quack"
He was going to take me into an OR with vomit in my hair (a breeding ground for bacteria) and do unnecessary surgery. Unfortuantely I was 17 and my less medically minded (even though she works for the Belfast mental health trust, as an advocate at that time) promised me a laptop (5 years on she finally made good on that promise
but made me pay for it8) as she signed me over to the surgeon I got into my hidden stash of food and ate as much as possible, when the surgeon came in to prep me for surgery I offered him a sweet. He looked like he'd been punched in the face.
After that I demanded to leave the hospital (which I couldn't do for 24 hours, they put a new cast on me; which is important to note) and taught me to walk with crutches. All the staff were dickheads and my aunt from England who came over to visit put in a complaint about the hospital, so no; it's not "all in my head"
Once I left I went home, washed my hair (which contained significant amounts of vomit) and went straight to Belfast royal rather than Belfast ulster hospital (the one I was previously in) I was told after an X-ray that surgery would never had been needed necessary and that the
doctors had put the wrong cast on which had to be cut off and replaced. When I asked the standing knee specialist about the knee surgeon's name (which he kept throwing around like he was famous) the reply was "who? No he doesn't work those hospitals he said he did; I do; that surgeon was likely an inexperienced surgeon looking for experience. In all my ten years working in pretty much every hospital around Belfast I've never heard of him".
I've other people who've had worse experiences too, like my ex's mother who broke her knee coming off a motorbike, without any X-rays the doctors said it was a dislocation and completely destroyed her knee. It's been replaced since. When one doctor came in to see what the screaming was about "we're resetting a dislocated leg" "okay, can I see the X-rays" "uh... well we don't really have any"
The whole thing was covered up and she never got a penny. White wall of silence.
Perhaps you should take responsibility for your own actions instead of blaming the doctors and nurses for your predicament.
Perhaps you should wise the fuck up? You don't know the shit my family and friends have been through due to poor doctors, and I would be only one presenting with drug related injuries. As for coming off GBL, baclofen has
zero abuse potential, I said it worked, quoted pubmed study to the doctors and they told me that because GBL only has a ten minute half life dosing every 4 hours couldn't possibly make me an addict, when I said it's a prodrug to GHB they just ignored me.
Sorry to tell you (if you can hear me from up in your ivory tower) but the NHS is a service designed to help people, not discharge them when in dangerous withdrawal.
