I went into the Emergency Room at St Vincent Morrilton on March 29, 2014. I told them I thought I was very dehydrated and had had severe diarrhea since 1:30am. I had stayed at a hotel 1 mile from the hospital when I had woken up and took severely sick at 1:30am. I had to ask the hotel manager to help me to my vehicle after he told me the hospital was only 1 mile away. I arrived at the hospital at about 12:00pm. I just made it inside the front door when I collapsed on a sofa and asked the man behind a desk where the emergency room was. He told me it was at the complete other side of the hospital. He seemed put out when I asked him if he could call them and ask to have someone come get me. He went sluggishly and retrieved a wheelchair and said he would take me after a few seconds. When I got to the emergency room I gave them my id and insurance information. I asked them if they had a blanket available because I was freezing, I asked atleast 2-3 more times in the hour or so they kept me waiting. Finally I got into the care area where I saw another guy who had been brought in by ambulance about a half hour of waiting. I had only seen one person come out in the hour time I was waiting. When the nurse came to take me in I was still freezing, so I asked her for a blanket too. While I was waiting for the doctor I had asked the nurse 2 more times for a blanket and she would just say yes I'll get you one. In the mean time the doctor had talk to me and I told him I asked the nurse several times for a blanket, he said he'd get me one. He walked to the other side of the bed I was on and opened a cabinet where he grabbed a warm blanket and helped put it over me. He told me he had to do a urine test and a blood test and said they would start an IV going in the mean time. The gentleman that was brought in by ambulance was feeling good after they gave him a unit of IV and I heard them tell him his condition was dehydration. At the say time he said he was feeling good after they gave him the IV unit and they said they could release him then. The nurse came back after the doctor said he wanted a urine sample and blood test. She drew the blood, but never asked me to give a urine sample. As the IV finished emptying the nurse started unhooking the IV, at the same time telling me they were releasing me. I told her the doctor said I was suppose to give a urine sample and I was not feeling any better than when I arrived at the hospital. She repeated that the doctor said he was discharging me. I was pleading with her that I was not feeling any better, that I must need more fluids in me. I felt so weak, that I didn't think I could even walk. She told me they would take me to my vehicle in the wheelchair and told me I had to get off the bed and into the wheelchair. I kept telling her I was very sick, but all she would say is you have to leave and said get in the wheelchair. She pushed me out to the waiting room and someone asked if they shouldwheel me to my vehicle and she told them no, she would. The whole time I was still telling her I was not feeling any better than when I arrived to the hospital. When she got me to my vehicle I was barely able to stand up and after I got my van door open I had to just fall forward onto the seat. Then she kept saying you have to get into your van, which took some where about 10 minutes before I had enough strength to get up and inside. All I could do at that point was lean forward on the wheel. She left once I was able to get in the van. About 10-15 minutes later she sent a security guard out to tell me if I didn't leave the property they would call the police to have me arrested for trespassing. I told him that I couldn't believe that they were threatening me after I came to the hospital for help. I remembered seeing a sign for a Walmart diagonally across the street from the hospital. Since they told me I was dehydrated, I figured the best thing I could do at that point was to get Gatorade and Pedialyte into me. I made it over to the Walmart, but was to weak to go inside. I asked an employee outside if he could go get me a litre bottle of both products, he did after I explained how sick I was feeling. When he came back with them I pulled around the side of the building so I could park in the shade. I drank both bottles down and about an hour or an half later I felt good enough to drive. I was planning on going to the next closest hospital, but I started feeling better and better. I had been taking a number of different medications, I stopped taking any more of the newer ones I had recently started. By the time I saw a sign for another hospital I was feeling that I had gotten enough fluids into myself and didn't need to stop. The name of the doctor who saw me that day was Dr Raymond Hartman. In my opinion the guy shouldn't be allowed to ever work as a doctor, after the way he treated me. read more