I was like 13 when I hurt my knee. I had no expectations. For my back, my experience at the hospital was a nightmare. My dad insisted on calling an ambulance despite me asking him not to because I couldn't get in a sitting position, let alone walk, without extreme pain. He couldn't carry me. I knew it was a disc injury because I had two bulging discs before. This was right when Covid was happening, so my dad couldn't come with me to the hospital.

The ambulance dropped me off at the door. They offered me no assistance getting inside I had to literally crawl to the front desk. The lady handed me paperwork & I filled it out laying on the floor of the hospital.

It took like 45 minutes for me to be seen. A nurse came out and told me to follow her to the room. I told her I couldn't walk & she didn't offer to have anyone help, maybe find me a wheelchair, or anything. So I had to crawl behind her through the halls.

We got to my room and she hands me a gown and tells me to get changed. Getting changed and onto the bed was another very painful endeavor. I wait another 20ish minutes for a nurse to come in and ask me a bunch of question, then a doctor came in a while later and said "Yeah there's nothing we can do. You need to see a specialist", then she handed me my discharge papers before leaving.

I got changed and laid in bed for a while. A nurse came in and told me I had to leave. I said, again, that I couldn't walk. Maybe a wheel chair or crutches or something would help. She said she'll go get some crutches. Never saw her again. Another nurse came in and said that if I didn't leave, they'd escort me out. So I had to crawl on my hands and knees out of the hospital with nothing to show for the endeavor but thousands of dollars in bills.