u/nameusernamena

The title is somewhat self explanatory.

I was seventeen, I had a couple of friends from my old highschool in the SUV I dailied at the time. We were on the way to their apartments, taking the backroads. It was a nice day. About 7:15 PM, dusk was beginning, the golden rays of sun were beautiful.

I’m driving, and then a motorcycle catches my eye; a BORTHERRR, HADDALAYERDOWN GOBBLESS, BARB DONE LEFT ME type. I ride, my stepdad rides, I’m not personally into cruisers but I like IDing bikes on the road for shits n gigs. So I pay attention to him.

A girl is standing off to the left side of the road, on the shoulder. There’s a sidewalk, I don’t know why she wasn’t on it. There was a second woman maybe thirty, forty feet behind her. First woman was brunette, second was blonde.

Biker approaches, then swerves. Takes the brunette out. Ran over her abdomen. Picked his bike up. Pushed it back over her body, and accelerated over her head.

My friends were busy talking to each other while I was essentially watching a train vs car happening in front of us. I realized that I couldn’t avoid them seeing it, so I just lied and said there was a dog in the woods to the right. I asked if they could keep an eye out for it. My family rescues and rehabs animals, so it wasn’t out of character.

They started looking for the dog while I choked back vomit. I couldn’t speak after that. Basic autopilot responses.

I didn’t call 911. I should have. I just didn’t want them to know what happened, I didn’t want them to see that girl dying on the street. No person, much less a teenager, a child, should bear witness to that. So I just kept my mouth shut about it.

About a year ago, I heard through some mutuals that one of my friends was arrested for murder. Gang related. Apparently he was the one to pull the trigger.

I’m so fucking disappointed in myself. Maybe if I had let them see, he would’ve realized that it wasn’t worth it. Maybe he wouldn’t have killed somebody. At the same time, I just didn’t want to hurt them. I didn’t want them to be traumatized by it. I didn’t want them to have the images stuck in their heads for years, maybe even their whole lives. I see it every day. I relive it every day.

On summer days, when the sun is golden, the rays are shining through as if God himself were there; I always remember not calling 911 for the girl who was murdered on the side of the road. All for the crime of just… being there.

I feel horrible for the blonde woman, frantically calling 911 and screaming. I just turned the music up and kept encouraging them to look for that non-existent dog.

I know that it isn’t my fault, the what-ifs just come up sometimes. I have a funeral to go to in a few days. I guess it’s bringing up a lot of feelings from the deaths I’ve seen. I find myself avoiding the road a friend of mine died on. The same road that I watched her die on. I don’t usually do that. I like to drive past her memorial and honour her. I remember her airbags failing to deploy. Her car wrapped around the tree. Just right in front of me. What a fucking coincidence.

Just needed to vent that out a little. Shit is rough this time of year. Been to too many summer funerals.

Thanks for reading.

Location: Washington State, USA.

Hi there, I’m in a bit of an incredibly shitty situation, and this is my first experience with ever seriously considering pursuing malpractice.

I’m also physically disabled with chronic nerve pain, which causes me to have an extreme pain tolerance. This is maybe? relevant.

Over the last 1.5 months, I’ve been having severe abdominal cramping, seizures, syncope ( loss of consciousness ), severely low BP ( sitting at 90/ 51 ), severe chest pains, lower back pain ( unrelated to prior-conditions ), confusion, severe vomiting to the point of dehydration and malnutrition. There’s probably another couple of symptoms, but I honestly don’t care. I think that paints a good picture of my symptoms. I’m also 97lbs at the moment, at 5’6, so…

I ended up taking two pregnancy tests, both came back positive.

With the severity of my symptoms, my fiancé and I went to the ER. I had to drink two cups of coffee in order to be conscious enough to get medical attention, due to extremely low HR and BP. We suspected ectopic pregnancy, considering that we’re both stoners and consume nicotine ( nicorette, vapes, darts ) as well as I have NCAH ( intersex via adrenal gland dysfunction ) which already causes lowered fertility/ infertility.

We get checked in, wait a few hours, finally get seen.

The doctor immediately has no clue what we’re there for. Hasn’t looked at my chart, starts insisting that the pregnancy tests we used were wrong ( literally the exact ones that medical professionals suggest, but okay bro ), and tried to dis-encourage me from using at-home tests at all?

My fiancé asks if he wants to read the approx. two paragraphs that sum up my symptoms ( again: seizures, syncope, vomiting to the point of dehydration, severe pain by my standards ), the doctor declines. He asks me to explain my symptoms, but by this point I can barely speak clearly due to my symptoms.

He starts asking me the regular questions, particularly about kidney pain. Except he didn’t ask about kidney pain, he asked about back pain. I broke my spine at 13. So I ask him to clarify, do you want new pain or chronic pain? What kind of pain are you looking for? Because all I know is that you want to see if I’m just in pain, which I am.

He asks why we’re there. Again.

Because I’m having cardiac symptoms, and have a history of heart attacks. And I’m pregnant. And having seizures. And fainting while standing. And I’m concerned about internal bleeding, because my genetic disability already puts me at severe risk for that.

He starts to explain in the most demeaning way what kind of testing they’ll do… when I’ve already completed the blood + urine samples, and I’m literally only waiting on the ultrasounds and potential treatment. That’s redundant, but he was an asshole, and I’m frustrated.

We eventually get a room, get the imaging done, who cares.

The doctor comes in, tells us that everything is fine, and that we’re healthy. Explicitly states that I do NOT have a UTI.

Tell me why I get a call this morning, days later, that I actually do have a UTI, and they’re just now sending in antibiotics.

In the last two days, I have gotten under 9 hours of sleep due to extreme vomiting, excruciating lower abdominal pain, and arrhythmia/ bradycardia/ tachycardia + severe chest pain. I could not sleep at all last night, and I don’t know if I can even attend my appointment today due to how severe and disruptive the vomiting is.

This stupid ass embryo is killing me, and that doctor has exacerbated my symptoms by literally just not caring to look at my results.

I can’t eat, I can’t keep fluids or even zofran down. My chest is in constant pain, and I’m absolutely beyond emotionally distressed. I’m getting symptoms of a bladder infection, and I’m just so fucking tired.

Thank you in advance for any advice. And no, being told I don’t have a case won’t hurt my feelings. I’m just upset and want justice for the unnecessary suffering that I’ve been going through, having my symptoms worsen over the last couple of days. I want to know if I can take any form of action.

This hospital has also had providers fired due to negligence/ malpractice before.

And no, we don’t need to hear « wrap it up, » our skyns will be judging you from the bedside.

Can fill in gaps if asked, I’m really not sure if this makes sense to an outside perspective.

The point that was missed is that he explicitly told me, without any doubt whatsoever, that I DO NOT have ANYTHING AT ALL wrong with me. The UTI is the only DIAGNOSABLE CONDITION. As also stated, my blood pressure and heart rate were at a point that I should not have been and was barely conscious.