02-20-2012, 06:11 AM
Holy shit Craditz... That is ****ing unbelievable... I wish your dad the best of luck with his recovery and if I were you I would sue the police department of the city as well as that hospital and get a nice fat settlement for your father...
**** hospitals.... I don't trust those mother ****ers. Here's why:
When I was 15 or 16 I was going through a lot of bullshit with my parents, taking hallucinogens and shit, my parents decided to take me to the hospital because they thought I was like perma-fried from LSD or something. Well, I tweaked in the hospital when I saw an old lady hooked up to a bunch of machines die on a stretcher in front of me, they gave me a bunch of drugs and the next thing I remember I was in an adult psych ward, where I stayed for about a week for an "evaluation". They did blood tests on me 4 times a day every day, trying to figure out "what was wrong with me". Obviously I was completely fine, you put any 16 year old kid through that, they are probably gonna tweak. So they didn't know "what was wrong" and sent me to a different hospital where I stayed in an actual hospital room, not psych ward. After MRI's, CAT scans, EEG's, uncountable needle stabs (to this day I have scars), and a week straight of assorted drug cocktails, they decided to call in my primary care physician. She got there and suggested that they give me a spinal tap. Just like that, they doped me up once again knocked me out and gave me a spinal tap. I woke up and my primary care physician had a talk with me, and told me that IF I EVER SMOKED WEED AGAIN I WOULD DIE, "no gray area, if you smoke you'll die". A ****ing DOCTOR told me that if I ever smoked weed again I would die... Are you ****ing serious? What a shitshow that whole experience was...
Another time I basically destroyed my whole left shoulder assembly skateboarding, after waiting 4 hours in the waiting room some dumbass nurse comes up to me with a 5mg dose vicodin, my arm was hanging off my body and she comes in with a 5mg vicodin... I told her to turn around and go get a few percosets, and she listened to the 18 year old telling her to go get stronger narcotics. Then she comes back with a neck brace as well and says we have to put this on you. I literally said "No ****ing way I have a broken collar bone and you want me to put a neck brace on? But she insisted it was policy, so I said **** it and did it. The brace was resting right on the break in my clavicle, and as she was helping me move up to the xray table she pushed me the wrong way and the brace pushed 1 end of the broken bone down and under the other side about 3 inches, and that's how it healed.
**** hospitals.... I don't trust those mother ****ers. Here's why:
When I was 15 or 16 I was going through a lot of bullshit with my parents, taking hallucinogens and shit, my parents decided to take me to the hospital because they thought I was like perma-fried from LSD or something. Well, I tweaked in the hospital when I saw an old lady hooked up to a bunch of machines die on a stretcher in front of me, they gave me a bunch of drugs and the next thing I remember I was in an adult psych ward, where I stayed for about a week for an "evaluation". They did blood tests on me 4 times a day every day, trying to figure out "what was wrong with me". Obviously I was completely fine, you put any 16 year old kid through that, they are probably gonna tweak. So they didn't know "what was wrong" and sent me to a different hospital where I stayed in an actual hospital room, not psych ward. After MRI's, CAT scans, EEG's, uncountable needle stabs (to this day I have scars), and a week straight of assorted drug cocktails, they decided to call in my primary care physician. She got there and suggested that they give me a spinal tap. Just like that, they doped me up once again knocked me out and gave me a spinal tap. I woke up and my primary care physician had a talk with me, and told me that IF I EVER SMOKED WEED AGAIN I WOULD DIE, "no gray area, if you smoke you'll die". A ****ing DOCTOR told me that if I ever smoked weed again I would die... Are you ****ing serious? What a shitshow that whole experience was...
Another time I basically destroyed my whole left shoulder assembly skateboarding, after waiting 4 hours in the waiting room some dumbass nurse comes up to me with a 5mg dose vicodin, my arm was hanging off my body and she comes in with a 5mg vicodin... I told her to turn around and go get a few percosets, and she listened to the 18 year old telling her to go get stronger narcotics. Then she comes back with a neck brace as well and says we have to put this on you. I literally said "No ****ing way I have a broken collar bone and you want me to put a neck brace on? But she insisted it was policy, so I said **** it and did it. The brace was resting right on the break in my clavicle, and as she was helping me move up to the xray table she pushed me the wrong way and the brace pushed 1 end of the broken bone down and under the other side about 3 inches, and that's how it healed.