Wish Me Luck

I’ve been thinking a lot about what I went through with my scopes a month ago. Some will know the story from This Post¬†but long story short I was supposed to get Profinal and be put right out for the procedures. My fear is such that it will override sedation. The doc on the day absolutely refused to do so. He completely blew me off actually turning his back to me and refusing to discuss it further or answer any other questions I had for him.

He had the nurse chasing me around the room with freezing spray for the endoscopy and I wasn’t done asking questions. Doc refused to talk to me further.

This is all while Mr. CrankyPants and I are standing in the middle of a dumpy room in my gown carrying all my stuff, because apparently there were no stretchers to be found.

When one finally did come, they got me on it, and I started to cry. The nurse didn’t try to comfort me, she just wanted to shut me up to get the mouth piece in my mouth and knock me out.

For those who don’t know I warned them that my fear would override the sedation. It did. I woke up in the middle of my colonoscopy in agony. He was hurting my stomach so bad. I was promised that if I were to come to that they would give me Profinal. I’m pretty sure that didn’t happen given I could clearly hear the Dr. say and I quote, “We are almost done.” He said this twice. I remember the feel of the scope being taken out.

The pain was horrible I was rocking back and forth saying it hurts, it hurts.

The doc never came to see me after or address this.

I was sent packing from the hospital throwing up.

I’m so done with being treated like shit by the medical world. This has really done a number on me. There’s reasons I won’t go into why this is more traumatic for me then maybe some. I made the doc aware of those reasons and he still ignored me. He didn’t even acknowledge I had said anything.

I also still have a lot of pain where it hurt when I woke up from the procedure. I know I have ulcers but they didn’t hurt this much before. I wonder if the doc did damage.

I’ve had a few people tell me I should report this. I’ve had another Dr. say I should never wake up during a procedure, and I’ve had some tell me to ditch him as my Internist but he’s my only choice up here. Not that I want to see him again at this point unless it’s to call him on all this.

All this to tell you that after a lot of thought, I’ve decided to report it to the hospital.¬† I haven’t done it sooner because I’ve been to scared of being black listed but, I’m tired of the medical world getting away with bad treatment. I’m done letting fear stop me from reporting it.

I called the hospital today. I found out that they have a complaints department. I’m going to start there. Unfortunately, I called at 4:32 pm only to find out that they close at 4:30 pm. I did leave a message for them to call me back, and I probably won’t wait for them too. I’ll call them tomorrow.

The above situation is one of quite few up here I’ve had to deal with. No wonder people develop phobias of medical anything (Mine is bad). It’s not what they like to call “White coat syndrome.” It’s fear of being abused or blown off. If I don’t speak up, who will. Maybe I can stop this from happening to someone else.

I’m only one person but it only takes one to start the process of change and awareness. I’m scared, but I’ll make the call anyway.

So wish me luck!

Warmer Days & Rainbows,

CrankyPants