GO IN FOR A SPRAINED WRIST COME OUT IN A BODY BAG. I went there for a routine check up and was told by Dr.Lemon that I "HAD" to be tested for syphilis, even though I exhibited no symptoms and knew I didn't have it. The test cost me around $600 and guess what? I DIDN'T HAVE SYPHILIS. So I called the hospital and got rerouted half a dozen times to speak to someone about my bill. The woman laughed at me and said I should have disobeyed the doctor and thrown my biohazard sample in the trash can on my way out. "After all what was the doctor going to do to you if you didn't have it done?" Apparently all necissary medical tests are in fact optional and up to you as a patient to know what you need. When my kidneys began failing, I was rushed to the Wood County E.R. (before we knew what was wrong) and they first told me I didn't have a fever even though it had been a consistent 106 at home and I had just been dragged in by my mom through a negative 40 degree parking lot. Then I was informed that I had diabetes (I'm 5'7" and 130lbs with no prior history) oh no "I think I'm in the wrong room" waited an hour then got "we don't know what's wrong so here's some vicadin for the pain" I came back a few weeks later and after immediately attempting to prep me for surgery because I had apendesitis (during which three people tried placing an IV, the last of whom appeared willing to tear my arm off if it wouldn't go in, and I lost about an ounce of blood through my arm, seriously it looked like someone had been slaughtered in my bed) oh wait no I didn't need surgery so sit in this bed for a few hours then they told me "we're sending you home, we don't know what's wrong but most times people come in here they leave without us knowing what's wrong. Here's another prescription for more vicadin" and sent me on my way.

I was rushed by ambulance to the Wood County hospital after having shortness of breath, intense pain in my side, and extreme dizziness. While the ambulance staff were very nice and attentive to my situation, the hospital staff pretty much neglected me. They gave me an EKG (figured since it was normal that nothing was wrong with me) and then basically had me wait 40 minutes before giving me the pain medication. I needed to get up at one point to throw up (at which time I was writhing in pain) no one bothered to help me unhook myself even though I was the only patient in the ER. I had to undo everything and stumble to the bathroom with no help from anyone there. They then figured since I was throwing up I had indigestion. One of the doctors suggested I might have gallstones but instead of giving me an ultrasound to find out, they just send me home with some aspirin and nexium (which I threw up afterwards). I had a similar situation happen to me a few months ago in which my parents rushed me to Southwest General (in Cleveland) where they ACTUALLY TESTED ME and found out I had gallstones and did surgery later that day. The Wood County hospital didn't even bother doing any of this. Sad excuse for a hospital that shouldn't be in a college town where there is potential for a lot of accidents.

Two times my loved one was admitted there. Both times they were screw-ups.

I was taken to Wood County Hospital alone by ambulance after I hit my head and lost a moderate amount of blood in an accident. They slapped a bit of glue on my forehead, left me to sleep by myself for about an hour, and sent me off despite the following: a) They were fully aware I had no way of contacting someone who could pick me up, b) The bus they told me to take home had stopped running a half hour ago, and c) I'd been diagnosed with a concussion: One bad enough that I literally couldn't read and didn't know my own phone number. So, I attempted to walk home and slowly wandered a mile and a half in the wrong direction in an unfamiliar neighborhood before I was competent enough to pick a random contact from my phone. A long-distance friend picked up and lead me back to my dorm using Google Maps. When I got back, I was covered in so much blood that my roommate thought I'd dyed my (thick, shoulder-length) hair. She cleaned me up, got me water, and everything else the hospital staff was probably supposed to do. So, long story short, get somebody to drive you to Toledo. I probably would have been safer had I been left to bleed on the pavement alone.