OLYMPIA Medical Center it's a HELL of a Place!

I was born and raised in South Central Los Angeles. After spending several years of working in high-end retail and later as Vice Chairman and head of A&R at a local record company, I left in 1980 to attend UCLA’s Business School to study Real Estate. Upon completion of this education, I became a real estate appraiser and sales agent.

In 1982, I started building my Real Estate empire, obtaining licenses in Real Estate Appraisal and sales in California. A couple of years I later obtained my Nevada Appraiser’s License. Following many years of dedication and hard work, the rewards that come with such effort were beginning to come my way. In an endeavor to give back to the community, I have trained apprentice appraisers, conducted Real Estate seminars, and participated in forums. Two and a half years ago in February 2006, I went to Olympia Medical Center suffering with a pain in my left calf. The diagnosis was a blood clot. The procedure to treat this condition was called an angiogram. An angiogram is an invasive test in which a radiopaque dye is injected through a catheter inserted into the right femoral artery located in the groin. Drugs are injected through the catheter to dissolve the blood clot.
This procedure was done twice on me. The first was diagnostic and for treatment. The second was for verification that the treatment worked.
For those of you who are not aware of the procedure, let me explain it in layman terms: They start by penetrating the right groin with a probe that contains a camera that travels through the artery to my left calf. The procedure is done under local anesthesia so that pain is minimal. However, in my case, when the probe passed my left knee, the probe hit something and caused me to rise up and levitate like Linda Blair (Regan in "The Exorcist") and I screamed "OH S--T!!!".... The good news announced by my doctor is that the blood clot was dissolved and my discharge would be in two days.

This was on the Friday before Superbowl Sunday. A few visitors came to visit me and watch the game. I made my plans to go home the next day.

Things changed abruptly when around 5 o’clock next morning, I woke up with excruciating pain in my right groin. My thigh was swollen to nearly twice the size of normal. I used the patient call button to call the nurse's station to tell her about the pain and swelling. Her response was stunning, “I’m busy.” Later, a nurse came into the room to bring a Tylenol-Codeine. Because this was not a condition the medication would successfully treat, I did not take it. A few minutes I used the patient call button again and the response was "I told you I was busy!" I then paged the hospital doctor who performed the procedure, and got no response. All during that time, my leg felt as if something was exploding inside. I remembered I had my cell phone, so I called my sister who was working as a surgical nurse at Kaiser Permenate. After advising her what was happening, I asked her to contact my personal doctor.

When my doctor arrived, he took one look at my leg and he said, "Oh my God!" He immediately rushed me to surgery.
When I woke up from the surgery the next day, I thought I was dead because I was in the same room where my mother died two years earlier.
Healing has been slow and my life has changed in many ways. Whereas I walked into the hospital on my own power, now I am on a walker.... Moreover, the hospital says they did everything right, that they followed the Standard of Care. Tell me what you think.
TO BE CONTINUED