A Medical Error Killed ...

The Story

My name is Veselka A .. After watching the story of 2-year-old Danny in the show "Hot", I was just shocked by the case and decided to finally share with some my story for Bulgaria related to our "doctors". ". At the age of 14-15 I had surgery for appendicitis. The surgeon said, "this is not for me, this is for a gynecologist," the gynecologist said, "this is not for me, this is for a surgeon," and so, for about 3 hours, I was unwound from one floor to the other and nothing. No one took up the case. Eventually, I was sent to the emergency department and operated on urgently. After maybe 1-2 years, I don't remember how many, I was an athlete and I trained, but I tore a miniscus and they operated on me in Ruse. My pain continued. Years passed and surgery on the miniscus again, again on the same leg. This time we went to Pleven to Rev. Asparuhov who operated on me. Time passed and I got pregnant. There was a small problem from the beginning. I was told that the fetus was not developing well, but with medication and injections it would be fine. Thus passed 2 months of walking on torments and on doctors, injections, medicines. In the end, I was prescribed a shock dose of 12-13 pills a day and the fetus died on the 3rd day and I needed curettage. The words of my doctor at the time were quoting: "Well, I knew it would happen, but not you I'm killing kahara ... "They did tests on me and everything was fine. So some time passed and I got pregnant again. I immediately went to see another gynecologist and he told me that he was out of a uterine pregnancy, and that if the fetus didn't go down in 3 days , an urgent operation is required to remove the right tube, because otherwise, if he doesn't have surgery, I can leave too. From there I went to see other doctors. I went around almost everything in the city, but everyone said something different. We also reached Tutrakaan - there is an AG clinic there. We decided that I would not undergo this operation, and that we would wait for what would happen. The fetus went down in the uterus 1 week after I was scheduled for this operation, which I did not undergo, for which I am extremely grateful that I did not trust some of the doctors. All the time I was taking medication for detention, the second month I went into AG for detention, and between the 3-4th month I had a circling. Almost every week I went for examinations, which are not covered by the health insurance fund. There are 2 weeks left until the birth, I thought. That finally everything is over, but alas ... Then a test of the circular suture is done. When the result came out, they told me that I have e "coli o6" . My doctor said that he would cure me until I was born with antibiotics, and that there would be no problem. When I asked him if it was dangerous for me and the baby, he said it was a little dangerous, but not scary - he would cure me. After these words, we again sought out doctors in private, to seek a second opinion. They said it was dangerous for both me and the baby. If I give birth normally before it is cured, there is a danger that the baby will become infected by going out through the birth canal, and if I give birth by cesarean section, there is a danger for me. And so they put me in chess again. I started taking some medications prescribed to me again by the doctor in question and there were improvements. We started talking about childbirth. He would degenerate me, call him if there was a problem and if I went to give birth, and not worry about the test when the time came. , he would hide my examination from other doctors and there would be no problems. Then I was really scared and asked him why he would hide the test from me as it was not dangerous, and he answered "well, because I hadn't given birth in the contagious place to the gypsies and those who don't have documents". Then we dug around, inquired and realized that with these colitis and my treating gynecologist should do tests, because if he has them, he also becomes a carrier and can infect other pregnant women. At the next check-up, he told me that he would betray me again. To adjust 300 leva and call him. Then once again I told him that I did not want him to betray me, and that I would not give him 300 leva. He persisted and even started blackmailing me by saying, "It's all right, you're going to get them together out of poverty," we finally got into a fight, and he said, "Okay, no problem that I don't want the last dose, but she turned to me and told me "no, I'm not there and that's how I set it up" and put it on me, and there weren't 40 minutes passed from the previous dose. That's how an overdose occurred. hall the woman in labor had to get to her feet and go there alone and I couldn't even get out of bed. They brought a wheelchair. Not to mention that they would kick me twice - my legs dragged on the ground, they forgot to raise the steps of the stroller ... In a word - hell! The birth began. The baby didn't want to come out, I was pushing, they were pushing, they were jumping on top of me. Finally, the doctor said that if it didn't come out now (they finally jumped on top of me without contractions) we would go in for a cesarean section, but thank God the baby was born. 3,900kg was born (if a baby is as big as 3,900 4, 000 and up is for a section from the very beginning) 52 cm, boy, alive and well. And as I said above, a week before I was told that it is a normal fruit (per kg.) And so 3 wonderful months passed, until one morning I got a hell of a stomach ache. I took medication at home, but to no avail. We had to go to the emergency room. They put me on a system (painkillers) then wrote me a prescription and let me go. About 2-3 hours after I came home, I couldn't stand again because of the pain and again to the emergency room. They turned on my system again, but to no avail. They sent me to the AG but they also said that it was not for them and that they did not see anything wrong after the birth. I was admitted to the hospital and the next day the suffering began. They started tests, tried to put a probe on me 3 times, and succeeded the fourth time. It was awful. Then they sent me to a study called " - These were the words of the head of the department. Another week passed in wonder and I thought about what might happen to me. For a week I was on 3 types of antibiotics at the same time, the result was almost no anemia, but no one hired to operate on me because they do not know what's wrong with me. Suspicions of a pancreatic cyst began. They did a scan and confirmed the diagnosis, but there was no one for surgery. After a few more days they decided to do a puncture (to take material from the cyst). The whole team gathered and gave me a puncture (there was some movement). After I left the operating room I had a temperature of 40 degrees, I was shaking all over, and when the nurse came I said I quote: "now is not the time for temperatures, and she left". ... After this puncture, I was told that this operation (cyst of the pancreas) is very complicated and dangerous. It was 50 to 50 or I get up from the operating room or stay there. I forgot to mention that after my diagnosis I was constantly hungry because I could go in for emergency surgery at any moment. If they had to operate on me urgently, they would operate if we didn't stand and wait. And I never understood what we were waiting for ... After they told me these things, imagine how I felt knowing that I could leave a 4-month-old baby half-orphan and a 27-year-old widower. It was my biggest nightmare in my life. I haven't slept all night and I haven't stopped crying, knowing that at any moment I can just leave and never see my family and baby again. God, I was just devastated and I cursed fate that I might not see my child's first steps, that I wouldn't hear his first words. I was just devastated both mentally and physically. We decided to go to Sofia. I took my documents and tests from Ruse, collected money, booked an appointment and went to Professor Violeta Dimitrova (she deals with pancreatic cysts and is the best in all of Bulgaria), who blesses every day because she is my Guardian Angel. When we went to the office, PR Dimitrova examined me and said that it was for an operation, and I was admitted to Alexandrovska Hospital the same day. The next day they did the necessary tests for the operation and the next day they said they would operate. I was both terrified and grateful that my hell would finally end. In the morning I was first for surgery, a team had gathered and I went into surgery. When I woke up I was very ill I don't remember anything from that day. I just knew it was the end of my suffering. The next day 2 after the operation I woke up, I was in pain, but I was alive and I thanked God, that I will be able to hug my child again. When they went for a visit, they told me that it was not a cyst of the pancreas, but a hematoma of the spleen from 17 to 19 cm long. FORMED AT THE TIME OF BIRTH. They even wondered how I had endured this pain and how this hematoma had almost ruptured. It was just a hair's breadth away, and if it had burst ... I was just shocked. The fetus was too big from the strain, and from that pressure they literally jumped on top of me to get the baby out, they tore my hair. All doctors in Sofia were shocked by what happened: How in Ruse after the first discharge from the hospital they will not see a 17 cm hematoma during 2-3 ultrasound examinations, neither in the hospital nor in the obstetrics and gynecology? How was I pressured at birth? Why didn't they operate on me? So many questions, and no answers, no punishments, no culprits, because everyone washes their hands with the other. What can we do? All the doctors are always protesting that their salaries are low, that they have no referrals, that they have worked a lot ... Personally, I have never seen anything like it. They do not work much (they do not respect their working hours), nor are their salaries low (because they earn their living from us, ordinary people in a different way). They are unhappy with these things, but they live their lives alive and well, right? And we? What can we say, how to treat ourselves and who can give us the necessary attention when we are sick, when we need them ...? We simply have no choice and we unravel in their hands again, praying that everything will end well and everyone will be on their way again. That's why I kept crying as I watched little Danny's story, because my case is exactly the same, but presented with other diseases and other doctors. Unfortunately, Danny wasn't as lucky as me, if I could call him that, but maybe we too, if we had not sought a second opinion about pregnancy and this cyst, now I would neither have a child, nor maybe I would be alive .... So please never do not trust only one doctor, no matter how good he is and what it will cost you to do a second consultation, because this SECOND CONSULTATION can sometimes cost you your life. Thank God every day. Condolences to Danny's parents and a tribute to his memory. If I manage to protect even one life with this letter, it will be a lot, because only he has no price ... no matter how good it is and what it will cost you to do a second consultation, because this SECOND CONSULTATION can sometimes cost you your life. I thank God every day. Condolences to Danny's parents and a tribute to his memory. If with this letter I manage to protect even one life, it will be a lot, because only it has no price ... no matter how good it is and what it will cost you to do a second consultation, because this SECOND CONSULTATION can sometimes cost you your life. Thank God every day. Condolences to Danny's parents and a tribute to his memory. If I manage to protect even one life with this letter, it will be a lot, because only he has no price ...

Last Updated
October 16, 2020
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mazenmero1009

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