Mercy

When I heard that [Mercy Hospital] in Springfield, Missouri was named the [sixth safest hospital] in the entire United States of America by [Consumer Reports], I actually shuddered.  For it is the very same hospital where my first wife, Sam, couldn’t receive any medication while having Vicki, our first daughter, on account of there being no doctor (let alone her OB/GYN) around to order it.

It is also the very same hospital where it was determined that the only thing wrong with my right knee was arthritis, which was proven to be outrageously untrue.  In fact, after I had it x-rayed at the other major hospital here in Springfield, the radiology tech asked me if I had been in a bad automobile accident on account of how damaged my right knee was.

Oh, but wait—there’s more!  For it is also the very same hospital where my sister-in-law almost died from an infection after having surgery, but in all fairness, it was one of the emergency doctors there that finally recognized that “that” smell about her was rotting flesh.

Okay, Springfield’s Mercy Hospital was still St. John’s in all three of those cases, and I suppose it is possible that drastic changes in the quality of care could have come with the name change.  On the other hand, it only took a score of 70 out of a hundred (I assume) to rank as the sixth safest in the country, with the safest scoring a 72.  Just makes you want to rush out and get a medical procedure done—doesn’t it?

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