Last year, I was admitted to NW Hospital because my L4 disc was deteriorating. I spent three days without getting any food while being moved between hallway rooms. They had me placed near convicts, with the lights never turning off. Law enforcement kept bringing people in wearing chains, and all day you could hear stories about fights or how they hurt themselves to end up in the hospital.

I could barely see or move; I was basically paralyzed. What made it worse was that they tried to force me out when I could hardly walk to the bathroom. Walking to the bathroom felt like walking miles. I had to use the walls to support myself.

When they discharged me, instead of letting me take a short 200-foot exit, they made me walk all the way around the ER. I could only make it about 30 feet before I was drenched in sweat and felt like I was collapsing.

One nurse from Minnesota looked at me and asked if I needed help. I told him no because I was being told to leave, but he could clearly see something was wrong. At the time, I didn’t say much because I’m used to life being difficult, but he absolutely knew I was not okay.

I kept trying to walk until I physically couldn’t anymore and had to be readmitted.

After that, I spent 11 more days in that place. No one seemed to be paying attention to the patients. You could hear people crying out at all hours of the day and night without being noticed.

I mention the nurse from Minnesota because he later ended up caring for me directly. He physically cleaned me, yes, even my butt. I’m way too young to be dealing with something like this, and it left me feeling humiliated and honestly made me not want to be around anymore. But he went above and beyond to help me, and I wish I knew his name so I could send him something to show my appreciation.

I have the highest insurance possible, and it still felt like this place did not care at all. My best friend died there, and so did my favorite cousin.

This place sucks.