Horrible place. The ER is a filthy mess with not enough staff at all. The waiting room has garbage…read moreand filth everywhere.

I have chronic physical illness that we are struggling to diagnose (largely because no one takes…read morephysical illness seriously when mental illness is also a factor). Because of this, I admit, about a year or so ago, I missed too many appointments. I was put on a "probation" type list, which stated that if I missed even one single appointment more, for "six months and/or six months worth of appointments," that I would be blacklisted for two full years. Approximately a year passed, and I made sure not to miss an appointment, no matter how physically pained I was, because I did not want to lose my med doctor! A few months ago, I discovered - to my horror- that I had missed an email, and thus an appointment. I thought "That's scary but surely after a year they would have taken me off that list" - Not so. I was indeed blacklisted, and they began cutting my meds so fast I ended up in the ER with withdrawals TWICE SO FAR, because I was supposed to be on a pretty heavy dose, and I am still grieving my sister who passed last year (too decomposed for an autopsy, so we will never know how she died), and the year prior I had my big Puerto Rican guy friend die (of Covid. We all thought he was invincible) and my tiny Asian gal-pal died (being flung out the window from a car accident). Prior to that, I had a marriage that ended up with me hiding in the battered women's shelter (I have a 50yr and 5 mile Order for Protection against my ex-husband, which is actually the strongest OFP you can get on a person), I've had multiple men r*** me in my past, etc. I have very good reasons to be struggling and to need medication for it. (And, whether you consider it good reason or not, the inescapable news of assassinations like Iryna Zarutska and Charlie Kirk, in addition to Christian school shootings, are also having a very negative impact on my mental health, as I am a mother who worries... As any good mother does) - So, I inquired with Sanford, asking "How many more appointments would I have to have made it to, in order to be taken off that probationary list? Like, how close was I?" And NO ONE could answer that simple question, they simply said "We don't know but it is irreversible and you are blacklisted so there's no point in finding out." And I tried to explain "If you don't know how close I was to making it off the list, then logically; How do you know I didn't?" Everyone was just... Not intelligent enough to understand my reasoning there, I'm sorry to say, and thus were incredibly rude to my husband and me and my mom. No one apparently kept any records that would get you off that list. So it seemed like, once you're on it you're just on it, even after the "6 months worth" (whatever that means, because I *definitely* attended more than 6 appointments), and they will just forget you're on that list forever, since there were no records to access which would tell them/me how close/far I was from making it OFF that list! I have found a new psychiatrist who is insisting that I don't need to be on the dose I've been on for years, so the new doctor is cutting my meds left and right, during one of the hardest years of my whole life. This comes after my primary doctor at Sanford Main Clinic accused me of "trying to commit insurance fraud" for requesting tests like a tilt-table test. That doctor believed all my physical symptoms were psychological, and yelled at me so badly I had a panic attack and my parents had to hold me up and someone ran for an emesis bag, so I don't even have a "primary care physician" anymore, and psychiatry blacklisted me - I believe arbitrarily or perhaps even in error (to give the benefit of a doubt, because it sure does feel like Sanford is not just passively trying to harm me but ACTIVELY seeking the worst possible circumstances to put me in). I am NOT suicidal, but I am in very deep pain much of the time. My family has assured me that if anything happens to me, they will seek legal justice, but that is such small comfort when my QUALITY of life has been so irresponsibly (or perhaps purposefully) TANKED.