Saint Johnsville, NY
I see her in Amsterdam Memorial Hospital and although she comes off friendly she plays all these sick games and has fun at my expense. I HATE going there. I have to pay out of pocket. My hard earned cash. I wouldn't go there but I have to have my medications. When an appointment nears, and I absolutely have to come in because she won't do another prescription unless I do, my blood pressure tends to be higher and depression worsens. She is a nightmare to see. They think it is funny to have fun at my expense. I may have acted like a jerk when I use to drink and go to St. Mary's in Amsterdam but she is suppose to be a professional and many of the staff think it is funny. One elderly lady came in to take my blood pressure and had me sit in a chair, she was standing and raised my arm way up and shoved my hand in her armpit. Then moved sideways so my hand would have slid over her breast had I not moved my hand immediately. While she may of thought this was funny because I am gay, I found it repulsive. I am hoping to move this year so I can hopefully find someone to go to that I can truly depend on. I am at a point that I hope I die before I ever have to put my life in their hands in a hospital like my mom. She was on respirator and at their mercy. I'd rather die than to be in that predicament. I will probably have to move out of state to be sure to start fresh. Then people wonder why there are others going in and shooting places up. You can't push people over the edge and then wonder why. Not that I would. But starting to understand being pushed over the edge.