I spent one of the most miserable nights of my life in St. Vincent's. I'd caught the mother of all stomach viruses and had heaved at least a hundred times. Paramedics took me from a hotel room and then to St. Vincent's, where they promptly wheeled me into a freezing room full of other sick people and left me for hours. Some eight hours later, they informed me that I had a stomach virus and discharged me. I had been so severely dehydrated that I literally could not stand, and they didn't so much as give me IV fluids. Fine care.
MM (in TX)