Despite the daily suffering, resulting from what happened to me due to medical error or deliberate action by the surgeon who was hinting at something, such as bribery or flattery.
I did not sign the consent form for the surgery, nor did I sign the consent form for what they would cut from my intestines, or the removal of a part of my flesh… They did not consult me about what they would amputate…!
After 20 hours of unconsciousness, they took me to the operating room at 9:00 AM. The surgery lasted about four hours, and I was taken directly to the recovery room. I began to regain my memory at dawn. I opened my eyes and could hear the moans of the patients around me. The recovery room was full of patients, some of whom had been there for two days or more, and some who hadn’t yet regained consciousness. I was taken directly to the morgue, and that’s when I started screaming at the top of my lungs in pain. The paramedic came and gave me a dose of morphine to ease the pain. After a while, I started screaming again at the top of my lungs. He came again and repeated the same thing: another dose of morphine. The third time, I was quiet. I felt a coldness underneath me and realized my diaper was soiled. I asked the nurse to change it, which she did. She told me I was fine and would be taken back to my bed.
I remained in this state for more than a week… and not once did they change my diaper. My brother was my assistant, changing my diaper and helping me drink verbena tea… because I was in a recovery state… no food or drink for a week…
I got fed up with that situation… and I regretted this operation…!
Because proper care and attention were never available… there were only occasional visits to check on the situation… without any assistance…
This gap is what allowed the two surgeons in charge of this ward to do whatever they wanted with the patients, buying and selling them… without the knowledge of the professor who only came to his office… and browsed through the files without even looking at the patients. This gap is what allowed the surgeons to do whatever they wanted, from changing appointments… to other things…
I waited a whole month for my surgery appointment, while patients after me had their operations… and I was still on the waiting list… until they committed their heinous act… amputating part of my rectum… forcing me to wear diapers constantly… I will never forgive them for what they did…
This is the topic of today’s discussion: Life goes on…
MixtesBoukhoubza 