Rip Off Hospital in Vegas!
If you value your health, demand professional medical care when you're ill - and expect prompt attention to your needs in the hour of your health crisis (with a little compassion and empathy tossed in) ) - then cruise on past the Valley Hospital Medical Center to another facility.
The errors start right off-the-bat when intake personnel incorrect input data (in one instance, a white male (moi) was described as an Asian woman), fail to properly document the ailments which prompted the emergency visit for urgent care (thus delaying a proper evaluation of the patient's needs) - and quite generally - screw up during the admitting process.
Patients may be left on gurneys in street clothes, without pillows for their heads and dying of thirst - for a hour or so - before they manage to catch the eye of a harried orderly scurrying by.
God forbid a Nurse should descend on the patient for a blood sample.
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In about two-seconds flat, the unskilled medical staff will be popping veins, or struggling to find one to draw blood from, and shortly thereafter be leaving unsightly bruises on arms that make the patient look like a hard-core drug addict.
Once admitted, the schemers at the facility, try to fathom up how much money they can bilk out of the patient's insurance carrier.
For days, a parade of specialists will stream in and out of the patient's room - concurr about this 'n that - and then send off the patient on a wild goose chase in the bowels of the hospital for a series of dragonian tests that you wouldn't subject your beloved pet dog, too.
From the emergency room to the hospital bed, it becomes painfullly obvious to the troubled patient that they may have put their very lives into the hands of a posse of incompetent unintelligent boobs who may end up causing more harm than good (so unskilled and unqualified are these untrained workers).
In some instances, an unfortunate patient or two will be placed in the hands of a nefarious character - by the name of Dr. Vuthoori Srinivas - who imagines himself some high priest of the diabological world of the mysterious world of medicine.
Does he saunter into the hospital room at a reasonable hour - during decent business hours, for example - to address the concerns of the patient?
Hell no!
He slithers in after midnight looking like something the cat dragged in!
Talk about slimey!
After he's run a battery of tests, and charged the Insurance carrier to the hilt, he'll suddenly appear with one word for the perplexed (and disgruntled) patient.
"Adios!"
Uh-huh.
Without any warning, he slips into the patient's room out-of-the-blue, and informs them (without an ounce of compassion or understanding) that they're getting the boot!
In my instant case, I was an out-of-towner, and in need of advance warning to arrange for the trip back home to Los Angeles.
"The insurance carrier won't pay for it," he shrugged coldly, after having lining his pockets with the spoils of my insurance coverage.
Fortunately, a Nurse and orderly were not in accord, and expressed their disdain at the very thought.
Reluctantly, the bastard relented.
That piece of sh**.
So, my two little Angels watched over me overnight until my rescuers were able to release me from his evil clutches the following morning at the Valley Hospital Medical "Malpractice" Center.
Is this what we can expect when Obamacare goes into effect?
News at 11!
How much are we pulling in on this one, Doc?
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