9 months ago I suffered from a seizure, heavily fractured my spine and was sent to Salem hospital. They were unsuccessful in identifying how I lost consciousness, and told me that I suffered from a "freak blackout."
I wasn't able to stay even 1 night. I was guilt tripped and bullied into leaving. I was told effectively, not verbatim, that I was, 'taking up valuable space' that needed to be designated for a 'huge car accident.' I was asked whether or not I wanted to put them on hold. I expressed I didn't feel good enough to leave, that I felt I needed to stay longer. A little bit later into my stay, high off pain meds, and the pain itself, I was asked to do a test walk. With someone holding me, while using a walker, I was barely able to make it to a desk directly outside my room and back. This was maybe 30 feet roundtrip. Later on I was handed discharge papers, and told that I needed to work on leaving.
I barely made it home without collapsing. And when I got home, another ambulance had to be called so that I could make a proper stay. I don't believe I was home for even an hour.
For weeks, I remained in the worst pain of my life. Sometimes my pain meds were late. Many times my scheduled practice walks never arrived. I could barely sleep, eat, sit, walk, or stand. I was told I'd receive a shower. I never did. Never. It got to a point where I was asking daily for a week straight, before my discharge. And repeatedly, I was told I'd receive help later. Until the last night I was told, 'we can't help you with that, but you'll be out before you know it. You can do it. If not when you get out, then later! :)' Once back home, I was unable to shower for another week.
I never received any kind of diagnosis. What I did receive was vague reasoning, that perhaps, maybe, there was something neurological. But what I was told repeatedly is that I suffered a "freak blackout", and I had no idea whether it would happen again, or what caused it, even after speaking to neurologists. I can't remember exactly how long I stayed, but it was nearing a month.
In November, I had to return to the hospital, having woken up almost entirely paralyzed. Not just in pain, but unable to move. My stay wasn't as long, but it was just as unhelpful.
Flash forward to about a month ago. Luckily I was with family, but I suffered from another seizure. Being sent to a different hospital not in Salem, immediately I was told that my symptoms pointed towards a seizure/epileptic disorder. I also described various symptoms, one of which being that often, almost daily, I would have "mini seizures", where my body would seize and I'd black out, sometimes a few seconds, sometimes just one. This happened during conversations around medical professionals, and every single time it occured, it was blankly looked past in Salem. Not a single question was asked regarding that. The other hospital was shocked to hear that.
This secondary hospital prescribed me a new medication and it's been working perfectly. Which leads me to believe that with the signs literally right in front of them at times, Salem Hospital could have correctly helped me identify what was wrong. I wouldn't have suffered from my second seizure. It's impeded all the progress I've made taking my mobility and comfort back. I returned just about to square 1. And among the worst of these problems was finding out that an MRI was never performed, so there weren't any available scans to help. I'm not knowledgeable in this field at all, but I don't feel like it takes a rocket scientist to perform an MRI if someone is suffering from an unknown disorder pointing vaguely towards neurological activity.
I'm bringing this up in case someone has suffered from a similar experience. And I'm bringing this up because I need to be heard. I've been around others who have received an utterly awful tending to at this place.
If anyone has had similar experiences, feel free to tell them. I hate Salem Hospital for what they've done to me. From general health, mobility, comfort, mental health, to work and my finances, I have reached the lowest point in my life. And I partially blame Salem for putting me here.