DrugBuyers.Com: medical mistakes

I was in the Military with an upset stomach one morning and was "lucky" enough to be stationed in a MAJOR metropolitan area where there wasn't a true military hospital so when there was an emergency they would ship us to the regular hospital. I won't gross you out with the details too much but they removed a healthy appendix after they found no conclusive evidence from their blood tests that there was any problem. In fact, at the time I told them i was feeling better and when I went in I told them I had eaten off of the truck this morning and that I felt like it might be food poisening. So, here I am, with a healthy appendix in a jar and the surgeon came in and said "well, you were a convincing faker, it may have gotten you a few days off but not in my hospital". I was three hours out of surgery at the time so I was too hazy to say or do anything about it. In fact, my room mate had to remind me of it the next day.

So, around 3 in the morning a nurse comes in and makes me walk around for a half an hour (standard proceedure) but she forgets me at the end of the hall and I am unable to get back to my room or to call out for help. I try walking it back only to fall on my face and break my nose in the process. That afternoon the surgeon comes in and tells me that if anything else happens he will put me in the mental ward. Now, I get pissed and call my CO. I have a stellar record and was submitted for a very special award from him through the Guard for a rescue I had been involved in. I was a stellar airman at the time and since I was in the air allot I was drug tested all of the time and never once was there ever a question about me. I had always recieved top marks and had promoted faster than anyone around me. In other words, I was a clean cut squared away nerd who took his job seriously.

My CO himself comes to the hospital and reads my charts. He talks to me about how none of the things this doctor writes matters and to just hang in there. In walks the surgeon. My CO says, I don't like the way you are treating my man here and you need to know that this is one of the best our country has to offer, whatever you think about him is wrong and you should treat him like the great young man he is". The surgeon wasn't used to being talked down to so he just shut up and let my CO talk. After he left I didn't hear from the doctor until the next morning when I was instantly released from the hospital. THREE DAYS LATER. I still had stapels in my stomach and the quack made an amazing 16 inch insicion to remove my appendix. I have a scar that runs from under my right rib cage (along the waist) all the way past my navel. It was full of stitches and I would black out from the pain from time to time because the surgeon was teaching me a lesson and didn't want to give me anything for the pain. He said "fakers don't need meds". I was walking through the halls of the hospital trying to get out of there alive when my first of 11 stapels popped out. The rest came within three stepps leaving me holding a large portion of my intestines in my hands. There was this green ocherish stuff pooring out of me that I think was puss but I am not sure. It happened in front of the hospital directors office and I started crying. Not yelling, just fell down on my knees and started crying holding my guts in my right hand. 20 years old and I was sure this was the end. A man walked up turned and started yelling and within a minute there were doctors and stuff going on around me and then I blacked out.

When I came to they got that man, who turned out to be the hospital administrator (head of the place) who came and said "You shouldn't have tried to sneak out of the hospitl, it almost cost you your life". He was very angry. I told him I had been discharged by his doctor and he said that I hadn't. I showed him my papers which my then fiance had taken and put in her purse while I was checking out. (she had left to go get the car so when she came back and couldn't find me you can imagine her suprise) The administrator looked at the papers and said "I am very sorry Mr.---------. It turns out that the prix of a doctor, when he found out what had happened had tried to cover up the fact that HE had discharged me including destroying papers. I lost a portion of my intestines as well as having a perminant hitch in my side and of course, the scar. The administrator was very forthright with me and told me that I was mistreated from the beginning and he had moved me into a private room. Three weeks later i was able to walk and eat solid foods again. A month later I was back at work but wasn't rated as ready to fly again for another two months. Of course I went to sue the hospital only to find out that as I was in the military at the time and the fact that the hospital had a working agreement with the govt that they were protected as a member of the govt and that I was unable to sue them. I also was unable to sue due to millitary obligation for some reason and as I was a 20 (then 21) year old man I let it go.

I have since over the years had several doctors tell me I was lucky to have lived through that experience. All because I had a stomach ache and ran into a bad doctor who, in my opinion, had tried to kill me.

Closure came in that after my time in the millitary I stayed in the area and sure enough, went to the hospital for the birth of my first son and low and behold who is the doctor on duty in the ER when we go in. Dr death. I knew him right away but he had no idea who I was. We had time and were just waiting for my wifes dr to show so didn't need him but when he came into the room she was in I said, "hello doctor, do you remember me?" He said "no, should I" with a smug smile on his face. I said "yes, I am the young man you tried to kill with your negligence a few year ago, I was in the millitary and you Best if kept off the board near killed me with your awful care. I am going to give you a break (he was trapped in the room as I had moved in between him and the door) and let you walk out of here alive but not without telling you that your a worthless piece of crahp and i am positive that there is a special place in hell saved just for you where you can spend eternity suffering the way your patients have had to. You have no business "practicing" medicine and you should hope to god that I can't think of a reason to sue you for malpractice in this situation to make you pay for your attempted murder of me". He went white as a sheet and walked out the door but not before he turned and said, "it isn't like I wasn't sanctured (whatever) for that incident and that it didn't cost me money" I said, "the fact that you are still a doctor means that you weren't close to punished enough now get out of this room you waste of a human".

The security showed up as he had said I threatened him and after some talking they left. I know I was watched but didn't care because i got to say my piece. Years have passed now and I have learned to forgive others for their actions in the manner I want to be forgiven for mine but, of all of those things, He is the one situation that I had the most amount of trouble with.

Each time I try to run and it hurts in my right side I think of him.

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