Mercy Hospital Of Pittsburgh

mercy hospital. well since im supposed to be conversational i will admit it i have never been at this hospital but all of you people talking about left4dead, a video game, or a hospital thats actually real u people need to stop living in a video game and go meet some real friends crazies. now im not talking about people who have been to this hospital and liked it or didnt cuz i seriously dont care and i know ive never been there but i feel bad that this hospital is getting bad reviews from ugly fat nerds that think their only life is a video game sooo byebyee…

Too Lenient and Very Bad Tempered.. I really did not like this hospital. My friends and I had come to this hospital upon hearing we would be taken to safety in Riverside. Now, I thought the Green Flu would only pass. Turns out, it only got worse, and it was efficient for us to get to a safe zone. Upon going through an apartment building, the subway, and the sewers, we managed to get into a nice safe room, which was set with health kits, and oddly enough: weapons. First off, it seems the pharmacists there were not too good at prescriptions, because there were pills everywhere. I found quite a few just sitting on benches in subways and even found one next to a dead guy in the sewers. Upon going to the rooftop where the radio to call for rescue was, we met the doctors, nurses, and patients. Some patients were just, well, on the floor, motionless, and as we were being very polite people, the occupants of this hospital screamed and clawed at us like ferocious beasts. Also, the doctors apparently aren't very good ones, because one doctor was definitely on steroids, and he had quite a temper. I have never seen a doctor pick up the floor. He really did.

We finally got to the rooftop, and found the radio. First off, it's very dangerous for the construction workers to be working up there in rain; it was very easy to slide off the roof and fall hundreds of feet, and all they cover it with is caution tape? My friend Francis almost fell off the roof from that. In that case, I don't blame his hatred for hospitals.

The only thing I liked about this hospital is the free pills I got.…

Terrible ER Doctor. In November of 2001, I was involved in a serious auto accident that resulted in a crush injury to my foot and ankle; both of which would have had to be amputated, had it not been for my husband lying to get me back into the hospital the next day, after they had released me on the assumption that I was only suffering from a broken ankle! As it was a Monday (I was on my way to work when the accident occurred), they originally would not have been able to get me back into the hospital until Friday, to assess my so-called "broken ankle". Thank God for my husband, who also knew that it was not a "broken ankle", but a crush injury to every part of my foot, but the toes -- as well as to my ankle. Later, I was to find out that my foot was so messed up, that they couldn't determine anything at the time, because the x-rays came out "fuzzy" (or so they described it). Once my husband did get me back to the hospital, they got me a hospital room. One doctor after another came into the room, would look at it and tell me that it would need to be amputated, because of the amount of blood blisters that had accumulated over the period of time that it took me to get admitted into the hospital. Because of the negligence exhibited by the ER doctors, it could have cost me my lower leg, until my orthopaedic surgeon came into my room on the fourth day I was there. He took an extensive look at it and determined that my foot and ankle could be saved. So they kept me in the hospital for 3 weeks before the fracture blisters finally subsided and they could then do surgery on my leg. Thank goodness for the normal doses of Heparin, antibiotics and some other meds that they administered to me. I actually had to go through a series of 5 surgeries over the period of the next 5 months, after which I went through rehab for another 6. In early 2007, I had to go through yet another surgery on my foot, due to bones that were not fusing properly (they had to go in, rebreak those bones and fuse them together correctly). That particular surgery was done by another hospital, since my orthopaedic surgeon by that time, had transferred to another hospital to work in cooperation with his brother and another orthopaedic expert. Thank God for those two doctors. Although it may not be much to them, they were the ones who saved my foot and gave me the ability to walk again.…

Kept getting eaten. Well,it was a hospital so it needed pillz,and then this group of four broke in and stole me and all my friends,and instead of using regular dosage,they would just take the whole bottle and toss us on the floor,the floor was covered in my friends empty body,the black guy was the worst,no racism intended but he ate millions of pills,and he wouldn't stop,they were all a little crazy and started killing the patients and workers screaming "ZOMBIES!!!" and "INFECTED!!!" they lit rubbing alcohol on fire to make molotovs and were shooting up the patients like crazy,and this one guy,this guy who was constantly working out,got shot by a stray bullet,and he got really angry,but they kept on shooting and killed him,it was awful…