It's a horrible tragedy to say the least, that someone can die in an emergency room surrounded by the people most qualified to help her.
About fourteen months ago after going out for my birthday dinner with my mom I started having extreme abdominal pains. Since I had had crab legs for dinner I thought, "bad crabs" and that was it. But several hours later the pain became so excruciating I could not stand on my own for more than a few seconds. At that point my mom decided to take me to the emergency room,
this was at 1:00 am
We get to the emergency room to find less than half a dozen people waiting in front of me, a young girl with a sport-related injury to her foot (soccer or field hockey I guessed), a couple people with the sniffles and a mother with a sick infant.
Now it was 3:00 am
After two hours of waiting I am now writhing in pain, I fall on the floor a few times but am able to pick myself up. My mother goes to the triage nurse several times to ask if someone could "see my son, he's in a lot of pain and I don't know what's wrong". The nurse replied, "no, there are other people before him." The young girl with the sprained foot was called next.
Now it was 5:30 am
Finally being admitted into the emergency room and given a bed I am asked to dress down. Someone comes in to take me for x-rays or ct scans or mri's or whatever; I can barely lay straight on the exam table. The nurse sees me flopping around and immediately orders some pain meds. They do not work.
Now it was 7:30 am
After two more doses of pain meds I am stoned but still in pain. No one can find a doctor to examine the results of my tests from two hours ago. They give me more pain meds.
Now it was 8:30 am
The doctor comes rushing in, showing apparent genuine concern for my condition, "I'll have a look at your charts and we'll see what's what, ok? Hang tight." I hang tight.
Now it was 8:35 am
The doctor rushes back in shouting his graphic translations, a format of order. "Get him down to operating room so and so ".
Turns out that I had developed an acute case of appendicitis earlier the night before, and needed to have the offending organ removed. It was so infected that it could have burst hours prior. In fact, I had overheard them saying how lucky "I" was that it hadn't ruptured in the seven hours it took them to treat me.
I see now how fortunate I am.