To the editor: A few months in the past, I acquired a name from my oncologist. “Come to the emergency room as quickly as you possibly can. Your current CT scan reveals you’ve blood clots in your lungs,” she mentioned.
Considering this was a life-threatening scenario, I shortly packed a bag and ordered a trip to the hospital, which is greater than six miles from my house. Upon my arrival, I settled down to attend. And wait. I feel I sat within the foyer no less than three hours earlier than a health care provider noticed me.
I used to be lastly admitted to the hospital, the place I stayed for 3 days and acquired therapy. Eric Snoey and Mark Morocco’s article resonated with me (“The emergency in emergency medicine,” Might 20).
Sue Kamm, Los Angeles
