Yeah, its awful. The way some doctors are towards patients is abhorrent. I've been treated with as much welcome as a dog shit smoothie by medics in hospital just because I was on morphine&oxy (both scripted by my GP, due to a knee injury along with nerve damage and bilateral trochanteric bursitis, that would otherwise cripple me and leave me barely able to walk or lie down), and after an injury that left me with a leg swollen to several times its size, that could have killed me, and left me almost screaming in pain, I was given, after BEGGING doctor after doctor for some pain relief, I was, after near ten hours given, grudgingly, 10mg oral morphine (when at my tolerance level I could easily take 1g dipropionylmorphine via IV along with a handful of oxy pills in the shot and stay standing, not that I told them that, but my SCRIPTED dose was hundreds of milligrams morphine a day plus a couple hundred mg oxy)
And after another injury, that involved getting blasted in the face by a gout of scalding, searing hot concentrated base slops, including lithium amide, NaOH, KOH, KOtBu, ammonium salts, all dry, after filth raided and removed a label from something, tampered with a bottle of rubbish, that resulted in water being added, capped, shaken to clean it out thinking it solely hydroxides and carbonates due to that label being removed, the thing superheated and began to swell up like a rugby ball in the blink of an eye, before blasting the cap to shreds in moments, and sending a jet of blazing hot corrosive basic wastes pelting out with enough force to knock the goggles right up off my face, and much of it shot into one eye, I again had to beg, and beg and beg for hours, I think in that case it was their impatience with my shrieking in agony that got them to give in to my demand for pain relief. Even then they gave me a mere 20mg oramorph, which knowing the oral BA of morphine, and to their shock and horror I stuck up my arse and plugged right in front of their face. Didn't even stop me going into hardcore opiate WD, from my GP-scripted meds. Fucking stingy cunts wouldn't even allow me the chlormethiazole I need to take daily (its a fairly oldschool GABAa modulator, agonist at the barbiturate binding site, not licensed in the BNF for anticonvulsant use but for seizure prevention and emergency response is the reason I'm prescribed, and reason I use it, since its reliable, its incredibly fast acting, its potent as hell and yet I've taken it several times daily for at least 3-4-5 years or so without any physical dependence, although again, for all they knew i would have gone into seizure, and the opiate WD had me shaking and twitching like a cat on a barbeque grill. In that instance, the wound was bad, and something objectively provable which I could not fake, save by throwing corrosives in my own face, and even the most desparate and stupid addict would not do, they PH-tested the eyeball itself and it was at 14, and that even AFTER my spending all the time in between immediately irrigating my eye, dropping some local anaesthetic in there, packing away the labware somewhere nonvisible in case some paramedic turned out to be a pig loving grass and suspicious cunt in combination), then irrigating it again until the paramedics turned up. Turned out from later research that I was lucky in reacting within about ten seconds of being hit to make the difference between sight, and blindness. Was barely able to see for months, and in constant pain, supersensitive to light, on fuck knows how many kinds of eyedrops after having my cornea partially burnt off, along with base-burns all up over my forehead, top of my head and from half my face, down my neck and beginnings of my chest/shoulders, aside from that 20mg morphine I stuck up my arse in defiance of the nurses, the only pain relief I got for DAYS was the tank of nitrous I drained dry in the ambulance itself, and again in the ER waiting cubicle after one kind doctor, after telling me he wasn't ALLOWED to account for tolerance to opioids for chronic pain patients, at my request, he assented to let me have some more nitrous, brought me a tank and regulator and apologized for not being able to get me any IV morphine, and I could tell from the the way he was, even helping me attach the regulator to the tank and guiding my hands to bring it under the trenchcoat I'd wrapped round my face to keep out the light, and turning the lights off in the cubicle, and telling me not to worry, just help myself to as much of the tank of N2O as I wanted to (which I did, by the time I was transferred to a ward, I'd drained it completely)
Took several days before I got my proper meds, and even then they skimped on the full dose of opioids, yet when I left the hospital, after I'd threatened legal action (and quietly, to somebody I found going through my backpack some far more unpleasant consequences) they'd sent me off, after I told them I needed, it being late friday, too late to get a doctors appt with my surgery and get any help, needed a few days meds, I instead got sent off with transport home and a bag so full it was heavy to carry one-handed, replete with 10mg, 30mg, and 100mg morphine caps, of my preferred brand that don't gel up when prepped, along with various doses of oxy, plus a couple of big bottles, half liter I think, of liquid oxy, two pharmacy stock-bottles of chlormethiazole caps, benzos ( nitrazepam), zopiclone, tizanidine (zanaflex, its similar to clonidine, which they gave me also), enough tranqs, adrenergic autoreceptor agonists, morphine, oxy, gabapentin...christ, they gave me enough to shut me up, alright, enough that as far as THEY knew, if I'd have taken the meds given me as the scripts said to would have killed me with the first dose without a doubt. Hell I wouldn't have been surprised if it would have been enough, knowing how unforgiving chlormethiazole is in overdose, to have wiped out every patient in that ward with half the dose if it were split up into equal portions and given to each patient bar myself)
That was definitely them trying to keep me from suing. And enough that I could have sued for gross negligence too, with them advising me to take what, according to my KNOWN medical history WOULD have been a fatal dose quite a few times over and a bottle of tranqs and gear in change left over! Lucky for me, I know my limits, know my shit when it comes to pharmacy and at the time had what was the one of only two times in my life I ever have or will be thankful for a monstrous opioid tolerance, the pharmaceutical equivalent to a point-blank cannon shot from a tank, at the time. And knew thoroughly what I could get away with. Hell, the opiates alone they gave me, would have ODed me in one dose if I'd taken them as directed AND had the tolerance they thought I did and only that.
The worse thing almost, was the way that through the other eye, the one that avoided being broiled in corrosive alkalis, they actually looked disappointed when I grabbed one of those bottles of liquid oxy and took several deep long pulls straight from the bottle like it was a can of coke. And after capping it again, thought better of it and drank enough to quench my thirst, since I'd had no water either for a couple of days. The nurses and a dr that saw me do that had a look on their faces that was pure disappointment, as if to say 'fucking shite, this guy is going not only to survive this, he's actually going to enjoy himself the filthy cunt'
That was disgusting to see, and they didn't do anything to hide it, just shook their heads and looked like somebody just shit in their newborn baby's breakfasts. They looked like they were actively going out of their way to give that message. Shit, I'm fucking classically kanner's autie and I STILL picked up on that! Subtle they were not. Any less subtle and they'd have written an epitaph for me in blood and rammed it up my arse.
And they've done that same thing twice! the treatment I've always got at the hospital near me whenever I've had to go for any reason, I've never ONCE had a visit there I was not terrified of going because of the treatment I KNEW I was going to get. A mixture of outright, bald faced sadism and outright incompetence (such as asking me if I was allergic to anything, being told beta-lactam antibiotics, only for the stupid cunt to attach an IV bag of a penicillin to me and ignore my howls of protest and anger, telling me he'd come back in ten minutes or so and check up on me, despite my asking him if he knew what 'anaphylactic shock' means. I had to take my knife out and slash the IV line to prevent it getting into me, and then the incompetent moron tried to put me on one of metronidazole, after my telling him first, after this time demanding an exact explanation of what was going in that IV before it went anywhere near me, my telling him I had drunk a liter of southern comfort an hour or two earlier to dull the pain of a serious, potentially fatal, I was later told, injury, and my having to, whilst in hideous pain, and pissed as a fart, give him a lecture in enzyme kinetics and biochemical interactions, after he smarmily told me 'oh you'll be fine'. I think he got the message after I made it abundantly clear to even the thickest piece of shite, that he would end up the same way as the first IV line did, only in more pieces and a lot more liquid on the floor if he tried it.
I'm quite honestly, more afraid of going to hospital than I am of most injuries, and will go only if more or less forced there. Because if I go, I'll be treated like dirt, only with less of the consideration given to dirt. And there are too many doctors and nurses that are nearly so stupid as to need an assistant in order to both walk and breathe at the same time, and who could miss giving a bull cunting elephant an IM injection (seriously, I insist on doing injections myself in hospital now because the only ones who don't fuck it up and take half an hour to an hour to find a vein are anaesthetists, who I've find to be the very few kindly doctors in that shithole of a hospital. I actually get it right. I'd not trust them to hit a vein with a 40mm grenade launcher)