Community EMS

Heartless.
One evening last year I felt a snap in my abdomen that was followed by pain that was so severe I couldn’t move my lower half for fear I was going to pass out and die.
My daughter was home with me and I didn’t want to scare her. So, I attempted to see if maybe it would pass. I made it to my bedroom and sprawled out on my bed and sat there as the pain grew worse. It didn’t take me long to realize that I needed to go to the hospital.
As soon as I realized I needed medical care I began to panic because I wasn’t dressed and I knew I couldn’t get dressed. No matter how ashamed I was, the agony I was in was far greater. My daughter called 911 for me and we waited for the ambulance.
When they arrived they repeatedly asked me what I thought was wrong and I told them that I wasn’t a doctor, but a person in horriblepain. I was crying and felt humiliated that they were looking down at me with uncaring faces as if I was some sort of bother. They seemed to act as if I was wasting their time because I couldn’t diagnose myself.
It was a man and woman team and the guy was an asshole. He came to the conclusion that I was merely suffering from «gas» and that I needed to calm down and stop over-​reacting. They asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital and I looked at both of them like they were crazy. Why else would I have called?
Douche bag tells me if I want to go I need to get dressed and go get into the ambulance. This really blew my mind, as I had specifically told them both that walking made the pain worse, as did the movement of my diaphragm. They just stared me down and I felt so pathetic. I asked my young daughter to please dress me and put shoes on my feet. And she did so as they watched.
Neither of them were kind or comforting. They treated me like I was making up my pain just to get an expensive ride to the hospital for shits and giggles.
I cried all the way out to the ambulance as my neighbors watched in curiosity. Inside the ambulance they told me to sit down and again I expressed how painful it was for me to have the pressure on my abdomen. They allowed me to lay down.
The ride to the hospital was bumpy torture! What made it worse was the guy wouldn’t allow my daughter to sit near me and he was cold and silent the whole trip.
It was a relief to be at the hospital. I found out my left fallopian tube had burst and I needed emergency surgery because blood was pooling in the cavity around it.
I wish I’d gotten the guys name that was in that ambulance with me. I’d love to spit in his face. I hope no one has to ever go through being disrespected like I was.