I was once in a similar situation. Paralyzied due to hospital error, on a ventilator and the hospital wanted my parents to turn it off so they can take my organs.
yep, they want the organs.
what hospital “error” paralyzied you?....
So what happened?
>> “I was once in a similar situation. Paralyzied due to hospital error, on a ventilator and the hospital wanted my parents to turn it off so they can take my organs.” <<
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Thanks for speaking up!
Medical misadventure remains the leading cause of death in this country, and will remain so until it becomes illegal for any of the attending staff to sign a death certificate.
My thoughts, too.
Like you, I too was once in a very precarious position after a botched surgery.
I went in for a simple appendectomy and the doctor nicked a vein.
I woke up in recovery with excruciating pain and could hear ice cubes breaking.
I demanded they nurses look me over.
They said they were surprised I was awake but, there was nothing wrong.
After being rebuffed a few times I became frustrated and had a sense if urgency to get help.
I started to get out of bed and seek someone who would listen to me.
Shocked, they quickly rushed to me and as my eyes rolled shut helped me lay back down.
I excitedly told them that there something for g and I could hear ice cubes breaking in my abdomen.
They took my blood pressure and the numbers were reversed and wrong.
I told thekbas much and they responded saying that I was bleeding internally and I would be going back to the operating room.
I heard then remark on my strength and willpower as they hooked a bag if blood up.
I lost over half my blood and would be dead if something hadn’t stirred me.
As I was going into the OR some punk approached me about organ donations....mine, should something go wrong.
I went off and sat up “Get the FK away from me!” I demanded .
He then tried again and started the sales pitch about the positives of that sorry outcome and that he hoped it wouldn’t happen.
I sat on the edge and told him if I got up he was going to be an organ donor but, only the organs I didn’t damage would be worth anything.
I informed him that on my license is a bag”non-donor directive”. “So go to hell ir you can leave now and put that possibility off for another day.
He left....mthrfkr.
No one could belive I was doing this and they didn’t think i had that in me.
I laughed and said “I quietly save my energy and strength for this things that are of utmost importance to me”.
So now, I have a real nice scar. Like someone knifed me.
Yeah, I got a scar right in the middle of my stomach that extends from from ribs to my pelvic.bone.
God must have some sick reason for keeping me here because If I had not woke up in recovery I would be some faceless organ dkno.
Spent the next 4 years in horrible pain. Could no longer play the myriad of sports I played, could not properly exercise my abs and other muscles they support and had to endure a bit of ridicule from several people who thought I was being a puusy.
FOAD
In jy 4th year after going from doctor to doctor and having sonograms and MRI’s I finally stopped hurting so bad.
Guest had finally healed.
I celebrated by jumping out of a helicopter at 15,600 feet onto a inbound ledge and snowboarded back to the ski lodge.
These days I’ll do anything for a laugh and Karma has tried three other attempts on my life.
Beech !
Kant Touch This!
Exactly. Just like a car that is worth more for its parts than it is as a whole.
Heart, kidneys, liver, lungs, eyes, and more. There's lots of money to be made.