I came here last week because I had been in a car accident, and since it appeared that I was pretty banged up, but no obvious broken bones or concussion. It took two MA's to take my blood pressure. My husband noticed that neither of them aligned the cuff properly and one couldn't even manage to place the pulse ox clip on my finger the right way. The "doctor" barely looked at me. At the very least I would have expected that she would have asked me to take my shirt off so she could examine the extent of my bruising, which was already a lurid purple hours after the accident. I thought I would get an x-ray to make sure I hadn't cracked a rib. But no. I guess you can tell everything you need to know by listening to my lungs. All she did was tell me that the pain will get worse before it gets better (no shit, Sherlock!) and write me an Rx for pain medication. Had I known at the time that it was for hydrocodone with acetaminophen, I would have asked for something else. My clinical trial med cuts the efficacy of acetaminophen in half. But I can't go back, because that would be "drug seeking behavior," warnings against which were posted prominently in the waiting room. The best had to be when I was leaving and both the incompetent MA and the front desk girl said, "Have a good night!" Really?!? You both know I was in an accident, and you both saw that I could barely walk from the pain. F*ck you. and go back to night school.