We have received the following and the person has requested they remain anonymous: Late December 2006, I arrived in the Hospital in the early hours of the morning (alone), perfectly conscious and with the ability to walk into the hospital. I remember walking in and advising the lady at the desk that I had a stomach ache. I remember nothing after this point. 4 days later, I awake in ICU, connected to an IV of morphine, saline and antibiotics and with a catheter. I had a large bandage running down my abdomen in which the blood was clearly visible. I panic. I shout the nurse and ask what has happened and this was the information provided to me. I had been brought into an exploratory surgery, as the doctors were unsure as to what the pain in my stomach was, my lungs had been 75% saturated with blood and I had caught pneumonia during the surgery and that my bowel had fell asleep. I asked how my bowel had fell asleep and also what the ramifications of this were and was told the following. The exploratory surgery consisted of us removing your organs whilst we took lynphnode samples and sometimes during surgeries such as this when the bowel is knocked it goes into shock and stops moving. It may or not wake up. If it doesnt awaken another surgery may be necessary and I might end up with a colostomy bag After I asked how this could happen I was told have you ever tried to take the sausages out of a packet and put them back in the same way? No 16 year old should ever have to hear this, so I demanded to see the consent form in which I had signed to allow the surgery, as I had no memory of doing it. This had been misplaced. 3 weeks later I had spent Christmas, my 17th Birthday and New Year (all in the same week), nil by mouth and 3 stone lighter than when I arrived. My veins and arteries collapsed and they could not get a needle in (not for want of trying!) I was prepped for a surgery in which a tube had to be passed my collar bone, down past my lung and into an artery. There was a majority chance that this could collapse my lung and I would not be savable. I had to go through this with no anesthetic, no painkillers and without my family as it had to be done THEN. As a side note the first outbreak of MRSA happened during this time, a Mr. Walmsley? He was not moved for an entire 72 hours from the ward I was on. When I awoke from passing out, I was faced with a dietitian furious that I had been 3 weeks without any nutrition and was asking the doctors how they expected me to recover from all the trauma whilst clearly suffering from severe malnutrition. The same day I received an IV of nutrition and fat. A few days later I had my first bowel movement and a few days after that I was discharged. By the end of my recovery time I had missed an entire half term of my A levels and failed them. I had always found school easy, and passed my GCSEs with flying colours, however from not feeling well and time missed, I could not keep up. Despite multiple requests I had never been advised of what they found from the exploratory surgery, or indeed what they had been looking for, as all the focus was now moved to my bowel. 4 years later, with near no aftercare (besides the dietitian) I had just started working for Hansard International, I felt the worst pain imaginable and my friend Jordan Preece picked me up and drove me to the hospital. I was put into an examination room and given a shot of morphine (prior to any examination) and provided a large can of gas and a mask, which I was left with for 3 hours. Once again I awoke from a major surgery with my family and friends gathered around my bed, some who had traveled across water. This time it was because all of the scar tissue that had been left had pushed my bowel and it had fell. In much less time I was home and eager to get back to work, as I did not want to upset my new employer. My bowel had not re awoken, so I returned to the hospital for a few days and then was fighting fit. I repeatedly chased the surgeon (who I later found out had had his licence removed for 2.5 years and had only just retrained) for after care and after quite a few meetings I was advised that there was no name for what was wrong with me, however it is massively likely that this will happen repeatedly through the remainder of my life and will get more risky every time. This makes me hugely un-insurable and also makes it very difficult for me to get a visa to leave the Island and travel the world. I have since requested all of my medical notes and was provided with nothing but an admittance and discharge form for the 2 main visits. I have also sent multiple complaints and am yet to receive any response (even a holding letter) over a year later... And I have dental issues... I cannot believe that the Government can treat people like this and not even have to give an explanation... I have done everything I can without having to leave the Isle of Man and ask for advice from the UK/EU. Surely I have a right to this information and I cannot be expected to put my life on line any longer?!
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 17:27:16 +0000
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