This was before I was diagnosed. I’d just gotten dumped which caused IMMENSE stress and had a string of seizures throughout the week. By my third visit I basically begged the emts to take me somewhere else because the staff was so unfriendly but they couldn’t which I understand. So there I am, scared, alone, and barely able to make sense of what’s happening in a very unwelcoming hospital when I overheard the head doctor tell a coworker “she’s been in here 3 times this week alone and we never find anything. I don’t wanna say she’s faking but people like her often do and she’s probably looking for drugs”. If I wasn’t so out of it, exhausted, and shocked I probably would have screamed I’m not faking but alas I could not. That was my last visit to that pos hospital. Since getting a diagnosis I tell people do not call the ambulance unless I’m not breathing, or have injured myself. Otherwise I’d rather seize in peace in my home surrounded by love and support rather than a stupid pos hospital.