Today I went to noble thinking I had a a slight heart attack( only 17 y.o.). First off the ambulance went to my neighbors house( same address, they rent out), but I was waiting out front for them in a chair waving them to me. Well after walking myself to the ambulance I got in and they sluggishly decided who drives and who sits in back with me. I already knew they were going to be no help so I just shut up and let them take my bp which was 140 and put the monitor thing on my finger( not sure if the ambulance is run by noble though). I only answered the questions and told them for some reason my head was hot and extremities were freezing cold, but they didn’t even respond to me. I finally got to the hospital and as soon as I got in all I could perceive was some guy in the middle of the place not even in a room; screaming get the pain away( I think he over drank alcohol or some kind of chemical). My first thought was why isn’t he in the OR but I guess noble’s well educated( HAHAHA) doctors wanted him in the ER. Second thought was, oh man there must be no rooms, but there was( I guess they were just not giving a damn about Mr. Burning Stomach. sad). Then they hooked me up to a EKG for 2 seconds then said it was an anxiety attack blah blah blah. Welllll my bp is already higher than normal and it rose 20+ when they checked it again they sent a nurse in with discharge papers and she asked me if I wanted her to get the doctor I said no I want to find out whats wrong with me doctors have been misdiagnosing me for years. so I opened my phone and started playing angry birds for like a minute until the nurse got angry and said they don’t diagnose they only treat( complete bull). so I signed it stabbing through the paper multiple times in scribbles and stormed out. As I walked out I screamed( like a damn animal somehow) because of how angry I was that no one helped me and my attack was only getting worse. My mother then picked me up and on the way home she kept trying to calm me down but it was just getting worse and worse. By the time I got home I was going crazy so I took twice my prescribed dose of klonopin; sad, but it was the cure that helped me not the wasted money at noble