Stephanie Brown's Online Review Report Card

She may not remember me, but I hope she does. I came in with excruciating stomach pain before her shift. The MRI showed constipation. I have a history of ulcers, and though I unfortunately cannot remember if I divulged this, I cannot think of any reason why I wouldn't have. I don't lie to doctors. It's fucking stupid to do so, especially when they're trying to save your life. If you're reading this, and you lie to your doctor, stop. Nonetheless, I was discharged shortly after explicitly resisting narcotic pain medication because it was deemed that what I was suffering from wasn't life threatening - which is totally fine, I get it. However, later that evening, after taking an acetylcholine antagonist - a medication with the specific intention of being antimuscarinic, as deemed necessary by prior doctors for my very ailment - I couldn't take the pain anymore and had to check back into the ER. I didn't know what else to do and even refused one of my many painkillers I hoard for emergencies (perhaps like an idiot). But herein lies my grievance. Dr. Stephanie Brown, when we spoke, it was quite fucking apparent that you saw me as someone simply there for morphine. I could feel it from you, and you just about outright said it to me before I was discharged. This is DESPITE the fact that I personally refused pain medication on my first visit. You saw my MRI, saw no issue other than perceived constipation, and ASSUMED that I was there for a fucking high. To say that I am disgusted is an understatement. This has sat with me for MONTHS and now I am saying something. I have nothing against addicts. Addiction is a disease and I wish this country did more to help treat those in serious need of help. But if I wanted to get fucking high, I wouldn't spend a whole day in the ER when I could literally buy organic poppy seeds, or just outright fucking grow them for free. Also, the ketorolac that I PERSONALLY requested, turned out to be the thing that did the trick. You couldn't even treat me because in your eyes I was just some fucking junky. You failed as a doctor. The OATH that YOU SWORE by, you blatantly neglected. You let your affections sway you more than your reason. And to be crystal fucking clear, turns out it was scar tissue left over from ulcer treatment and the inflammation was too small to be noticed on the MRI. I needed an endoscopy, and ultimately cured myself utilizing BPC-157 for its angiogenesis. With that being said, I sincerely, sincerely hope that you never treat a patient so disrespectfully and with the same degree of unwarranted scorn that you treated me that day, but with all due respect, Dr. Brown, go fuck yourself.

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