LSU Lallie Kemp Medical Center

I’ve got more to add from my experience the other day. The fun apparently wasn’t over just yet.
The back waiting rooms are either cement privatized rooms or a curtained stall. I got the latter I guess because fate wanted me to eavesdrop on the oddest episode of the morning. I’m in the corner stall trying to sleep, but first get sucked into the cool posters on the wall. Instead of the normal body charts, there’s Rabies information and charts of the most dangerous snakes in Louisiana. Awesome! After reading, I try to sleep for about half an hour until the drama in the next stall becomes impossible to ignore.
So there’s a little girl with her mother in the next stall. The girl apparently had a panic attack at school and is having a fit, but won’t talk. She only moans or hums loudly. The mother is tightly holding onto the poor girl as she trashes her legs all over the bed as the nurses try to do their basic tests. No one has a clue what’s really going on, but the the only lead is that she was pointing to her throat when asked where the pain was and she isn’t having a seizure.
The next hurdle is to relieve her bladder. She couldn’t get up, so the nurses tried a bed pan. She kept missing the pan, so the next step is to use a catheter. Oi. The next 20 minutes were filled with loud closed mouth screaming and her mother repeating the phrase «Je-​SUS. Je-SUS…in the name of Je-​SUS» over and over again. I’m wondering if I’m awake or dreaming at this point.
Her father eventually comes in and with a very impatient, belligerent attitude, most likely because he was called away from work. He walks into a stall where his daughter is naked from the waist down and screaming with her mouth closed, so naturally he’s a bit freaked out. The doctor comes in to try to calm him down since he’s obviously scaring the girl more, and dad stomps off cursing and swearing never to come here again. I say good. Have fun paying a full price at North Oaks.

Meanwhile, I’m still patiently waiting. The doctor finally comes in and we have the most intense stone cold conversation I think I’ve ever had with a doctor. Since the mother next door was still chanting, we were both trying our best to focus on each other’s words. If you had witnessed our conversation, you’d have thought we planning to hold the place up in the next 5 minutes.
Anyway after 3 hours of waiting, I finally got what I needed and got the hell out of there. Why did you need to know that long story?
Because it goes to show that at this hospital you can be in and out OR have a very intimate experience listening to the wild lives of people on the North Shore. If you’re looking for inspiration for a new book to write, well brother I suggest hanging out here for a day.