Sicker in the emergency room

Recently, last night, I found myself waiting nearly 12 hours in the waiting room for my friend after a bike injury she suffered from a car collision. My friend was admitted to the emergency cesspool around 5:30 pm on a Thursday evening, she waited 7 hours in a crowded and noise polluted room with others suffering similar emergency room needs.
I will start first with the environment. Besides lacking a front desk attendant to mediate and address the issues brought in, the security guard at the door was so wrapped up in his sports discussion with a small group of police men, the sound decibel was beyond comforting for the patients waiting. i felt as though i was waiting in a sports bar during the super bowl, it was intensely distracting and mightily upsetting to the ailing.
After making our way through the sports fans we managed a place to sit on the hard steel waiting room chairs, again lacking in any comfort one would hope for when suffering an emergency trauma. But this is just where it starts, the journey to nowhere begins and practically ends in the waiting room. while sitting in the decompression chamber, known to all as the waiting in pain room, I saw people self medicating their pains with handfuls of Motrin purchased from the drug store across the street, and even taking deep swigs of what looked and smelled like cheap beer out of a brown paper bag. this is the state of our health care system. these tactics are what one has come to expect from the services we the uninsured are practically denied.
Seven hours go by and finally an almost inaudible voice comes over the p.a. for my friend. after all the waiting we are brought into another room to inspect, while standing, the injuries. I must mention also that the doctor was less than sensitive after almost re injuring my friends wound while checking her jaw, and disregarding the emotional state she was in. already wet with spilled blood and a resurgence of tears my friend was told to wait for an attendant to bring a bed in for her to rest while she waits for stitches. 30 minutes go by till that bed comes.
long story short the night progressed and the emergency room hardly moved. after leaving my friend in the CAT scan room at three am i am left with only the most bitter and unhappy feelings of disgust and worry for the state of America. I can only surmise that the American health structure is meant to control the growing population by letting the accidents die. as bleak as it sounds the things I witnessed are as true and harsh as the day is long in that dark hole. i feel sorry for anyone brought in by ambulance that actually needs help. I am thankful that my friend was only cut on her chin and in need of stitches rather than a broken bone or worse. Shame on that hospital and shame on those responsible for helping the sick.