Yesterday, as you may know, I went for my CT scan. Honestly, I lost it when I was sitting in a room, for the first time since my traumatic event almost a year ago. I made it through with the thanks to my anxiety medication, Ativan, and handled everything like a champ. However, what happened afterwards has had me fuming all day.
As I have mentioned before February 12, 2016 will mark my one year anniversary when my life went dark, and my story begun. Since waking up, and gaining the courage I have met with various people who saved my life and played an important role to me being here today. Except for one person. Her name is Dr. Thorton and she is an Emergency Department doctor at my local hospital. Once I was shocked in the ambulance, from my house, my lifeless body arrived to my local hospital and she was the one that did everything she could do to make sure that I was stable to be transferred to Boston for further care. I do not remember anything about it as my comma had already began.
One of my goals to the road of recovery has been to meet the people that played an important part of my existence today. I have met the 911 dispatcher, I have met the paramedics that responded to my house that day. I am in the process of arranging a time to go up and see Nurse Carol. However, I have never had the honor of meeting Dr. Thorton, besides seeing her picture on the hospital’s website.
Each time we are in my local hospital I have always stopped at the front desk to see if she is on shift so I could meet her and thank her. I am always very honest and tell them why I would like to see her. The receptionist always has a smile when she hears why. After my CT scan yesterday, I stopped at the desk on my way out to see if Dr. Thorton was on. I was told to have a seat in the waiting room and the patient liaison would come and speak to me.
About 15 minutes go by and a member of security approached me and asked me if he could talk to me in the corner of the room. I then noticed that 4 to 5 other security people were standing around the perimeter. My entire body started to tremble. The officer asked why I wanted to see Dr. Thorton and I told him the truth of how I have been trying to meet her as she is one of the people that saved my life a year ago. He then goes to me, I know you have been in here numerous times asking to see her and how it was not professional to do so. I think my jaw dropped, I was harmless, I wasn’t doing anything wrong at all and I was starting to get really embarrassed because all of this was being blown out of proportion and there were other people around me, watching me. He told me that the staff was not comfortable with me being there and they wanted me to leave the property. That was completely fine with me and I had no objections, I was just in awe of the whole situation and how it was being handled. One of the officers, as I was leaving, pulled me aside and said why don’t you write her a thank you note. At that point, I was agreeing to everything as I wanted to get in my car and just go home.
Now, I still have a void that I need to fill and still determined to meet her. I may now take one of the officers advice and write her a letter and let her know everything that has occurred. However, I will be sure to send my letter to the director of the ER, as well as the director of the hospital. There has to be a better way that you can show gratitude to someone after they save your life.
I am really interested in knowing what you think about all of this or how you would of handled this if this was you.
Until next time! -Bruce