a reply to:
TheRedneck
Surgeons lol... more creepy than the anesthesia guy with the always suspiciously good mood "just giving you some oxygen" turned out to be fat lie each
time. You didn't get the surgery in the end?
I had a similar experiences. I was haunted by pain in the back, just where the shoulder blades meet. Back then they couldn't remove a little bone
splinter, and that splinter was okay, except for the 1-2 times a year where I would climb the walls from the pain, where nothing they prescribe you to
take home helps, Had to get an injection each time.
It got worser and worser until in last autumn I demanded an x-ray. And there it was visible, that the splinter is dangerously close and moved compared
to the older ones.
Can you imagine that I had to listen to one docter reciting my medical history and then asking me if I want to overthink this in a strange tone. I
didn't understand first but then he closed "you won't get recipes for painkillers anymore".
Two others look at each other, look at me, look at him. Silence. I asked if he can repeat the last part of the sentence because I'm not sure if I
heard it or if I'm dreaming up that a doctor asks a patient, that demands this pain reliefing operation, THAT COULD HAVE BEEN DONE YEARS AGO, is
somehow addicted to painkillers that made life more worse than anything as they were really bad for my stomach.
I voiced out the distrust sentence and off he went. I straight up asked what's this about and they apologized and said they didn't get to that
conclusion with my medical history and for godsake my doctor takes note of every complaint about the painkillers and if there is any alternative.
Same hospital...
Also during giving birth, the PDA tube slipped out of my spine and I repeatedly asked, after 30 hours of labor, on the emergency operation table if
it's normal that I can feel my toes. And then they just cut into me. I don't know how long I screamed and tried to gett off the table. but it took
them for eternity until they put me to sleep. The last thing I heard was a "bah" after me releasing myself on the table at the moment the lights went
out. I thought I die. When the lights went out that was my last thought. "You're dying and the child too."
All because a patient is dumb and not to be listened to when she claims she can move her toes, to get back to the topic. I should have sued them, two
years later I heard on radio that another women went throught the same tornment and she sued them, won the case against the same hospital.
I was just treated like # afterwards, except for the ICU care nurses that heard about what happened. Because of the narcotics, my daughter had to be
revived. Because they wouldn't operate me earlier, it only took 30 hours and the second doctor 5 minutes into his shift took a look at me and decided
it's way over time for a emergency ceasarean.
You know what the maternity nurse, fresh into her shift at 10pm told me around hour 20 when I begged for a ceasarean?
"Here, we're not doing ceasareans for fun, Ms X". It was the same maternity nurse that couldn't see what the doctor saw by just looking at me.
And later, my aunt told me about a Dress. that got a scheduled ceasaren and the few others while I had to suffer. The reason? I was later told
silently I had the "wrong" insurance company for that "hospital" after one of the good ICU nurses asked me to see my insurance card.
Two weeks in ICU, no one from the surgeons or doctors that operated me that day, I ever saw again. They knew full well what they did, I didn't even
expect an excuse but a few words about the incident and that I do not imagine the pain, as said, would have helped me.
This way I could only read how they put the blame on be moving too much while they transfered me over the OP bridge into the actuall EM operation
hall. #ing butchers.