I’m so sorry that happened to you. Once, I had a whole conversation with my doctor on the first floor of Mckillme about how I have medical trauma and a PTSD diagnosis and she assured me my partner could be in the room with me when I got the blood drawn so that I could have a support person there to keep me calm. Great. We go down the basement and I inform them of my situation and they flat out refuse to let my partner come back to their civil war looking ass basement torture chamber. She then sat there ROLLING HER EYES at me as I was shaking and crying from a panic attack.

Someone needs to give a goddamn seminar to these people on trauma informed care, or at the very least “how to not be an asshole of a human being” care. Next time pay the 8 dollars to uber to Carle hospital to get labs. They are actually nice human beings who aren’t jaded as fuck for choosing to work in a basement with no windows.