My 20-year-old daughter went to the clinic on December 23, 2020 with a swollen eye. We were afraid that it was a spider bite, but it turned out to be an abscess from an ingrown hair in her eyebrow. I wasn't able to go with her since I was at work, but I went to the clinic as soon as I got off. I didn't see her in the lobby, so I texted her to ask if she wanted me to come in. She asked them if I could come in, and they told her no. A while later she texted that they tried to give her a shot of Rocephin, and when she told them that she couldn't take that, they said that they had to give her an injection of antibiotics, and they gave her two shots of something else, one in each hip. The pain of the injections was overwhelming, and she texted that she was going to need for me to drive her home.
I came into the lobby to get her and asked the receptionist if I could go back there and get her. She told me to wait, that they were going to help her out to the lobby. I saw a wheelchair in the lobby and wondered if they would use one to get her to the car. I texted my daughter and told her that they were going to help her out and she texted back and said that they were not helping her, instead they were standing outside of the door and laughing at her. I was shocked and incredulous at that, but at that moment I could hear laughing through the door and I thought it was extremely rude and insensitive for people to be laughing when someone was in excruciating pain nearby.
The receptionist told me that I could get my daughter, then she went in the back, and when I opened the door, my daughter was being supported on one side by the receptionist. I ran to support her on the other side. She was crying, was clearly in extreme pain, and could barely walk from the effects of the injections that they administered. We struggled to push open the heavy doors to leave, and a kind stranger ran to help and stayed with my daughter as I went to get the car and thankfully, he helped me get her into the car.
I called the clinic later to find out exactly what they had given her in those injections since there was nothing on her paperwork that noted it. Sheila Stephens, the nurse practitioner, told me that they don't provide paperwork for injections. She got oral permission from my daughter to tell me what she administered. She had left the building right after she had treated my daughter and had not witnessed what occurred afterward, but she made excuses for her coworkers' behavior and tried to vouch for their integrity and negate what I heard and saw with my own eyes of their cruelty and callousness toward my daughter.
I will never go back to this clinic and I will tell everyone that I know not to go to this clinic. read more