Are you trying to cultivate a discussion on the conspiracy of ineptitude in the medical profession, or are you hoping to discuss the power of prayer
as it relates to medicine?
Which conspiracy, exactly, is this thread aiming for?
As to the first possibility, I've seen people die in the ER, sitting in the waiting room. I've taken a few people there, sat for hours, and gotten
a piss-poor diagnosis for my trouble.
I'm not a doctor, but I have access to the literature thanks to online, and it doesn't take a genius to catalogue symptoms and match them up to
illness descriptions. If I can do it, why can't the ER doctors? Don't their departments have enough funding for advanced diagnostic tools? Don't
the hospitals have enough money for adequate staff? Well, no, unfortunately. That's only part of it though.
I took a former girlfriend to the ER once, and sat with her for FOUR and a half hours while she writhed in obvious, serious pain. The receptionist
looked at us like a librarian looks at a marching band passing through the periodicals. I wanted to leap over the counter and slap this woman in the
face just to test for functioning emotions, but I didn't. Because while you can't get a doctor to SAVE YOUR LIFE in the ER, there's always a
goddamn cop around somehwere nearby. At least in my experience.
I had my girlfriend very obviously in a heap of discomfort, and this stopped me from doing anything, but I desperately wanted to. I go and sit back
down, to wait for a while longer. We finally get to see a doctor, he asks her some questions. He nods knowingly and tells her it's stress.
We don't bellieve him, but we want to, so we go home. Same thing goes in waves for another couple of weeks, literally debilitating this girl for
hours or DAYS at a time. It's not freakin' stress, unless stress got a lot more stressful since I last experienced the condition.
We go to a DIFFERENT ER in the same city, the wait wasn't nearly as long but the answer was the same, and the doctor spoke the language so poorly we
had to strain to decipher of what he was saying. He assured her it was stress, and told her to drink some herbal tea, or eat a root, I don't
We go away, and over the next 3 days it gets a lot worse. I started really believing it was psycho-somatic, and having the backup of TWO
'professional' opinions, I try to wiesel out of taking her to the ER again. She ends up making an emergency appointment with a real doctor, and she
gets her mother to drive her to the appointment. I tell her it's all in her head, and she's becoming a hypochondriac (sp?), that didn't go over
I can now see, that if I was in her place, in terrible pain, and somebody told me it was all in my head, I would be very upset. To say the least.
Anyway, the girl goes to the real doctor, and he sends her around to two different specialists. She ends up half a week later with a proper diagnosis
(a nasty ulcer combined with stones), and gets the help she needs (an operation and a low calcium diet). The pain vanishes.
The hurt remained though. She was rightly honked off at all the people who told her it was all in her head, and that included me. If she had
listened to the ER doctors, or me, or her friends, who all said it was stress, it would have been very, very bad.
Thank God for real doctors, eh? They don't prompt your signifigant other to resent you endlessly by dishing out crap advice.
The ER is useless everywhere I've been, bottom line. It has proven, in my case, to be hazardous to your health and even your relationships with
I hope I didn't take the thread off topic, but not knowing exactly what the topic was, I take no responsibility.
Glad your story has a happy ending like mine.
(I broke up with that girl, who was a drama queen regardless of injury)