Never go to Durbanville mediclinic

I have had three babies and a few operations but have never ever experienced the lack of care and attention and empathy, like that at Durbanville Medi Clinic. I went into hospital to see if I could have a spinal block as I was having constant convulsions, which I now know were strokes, but instead blood tests were done and determined that I had Antiphospholipid Syndrome. I then had to have a lumbar puncture as well as an arterial blood test to determine whether the best was correct. It was. But no one told me any of this. I saw the neurosurgeon twice and the physician once. They mentioned APS but then told me it has a cure, warfarin. Not only is this INCORRECT but also, I cannot go on Warfarin until I am safely tapered off my other medication. I have found all of this out through my own research. The doctors may have cared about patients at some stage but they definitely did not care about me. I had five days where my body was spasming and I went in and out of full body paralysis. I could still hear what was happening around me and feel the nurses when they slapped my face to check if I was breathing or not. I was left there, alone, for FIVE days. My partner had to come and help me empty my bladder with an in and out catheter because I could not control it myself. The neurosurgeon explained I have an autoimmune disease and that the pain I am in all of the time is due to blood clots forming and popping in my brain. Then he told me I could go home. He also said he would recommend a psychiatrist but I have yet to receive this information (and I have asked a LOT). I had a very sweet elderly lady in my room with me while I was in hospital. She had a back operation. The nurses got cross and shouted at her when she wet or ****ed in her adult nappy and fought over who would change her as no one wanted to. They also did not want to help her to the toilet, which she really wanted to do, as she had to practice walking with a weight belt and walking ring. This lady slept ALL day and ALL night for the first three days (and snored a LOT) and then on day 4 the head nurse admonished them as the nurses had been accidentally giving the lady her sleeping pill in the morning with her other medication. My medication was ALSO messed up on numerous occasions, and I could not always check due to the seizures. One nurse put a whole bunch of medication on my bed tray and asked me which ones I take. I have NEVER felt so alone and so vulnerable and so uncared for in my entire life.