Last week i thought i had a flu.
I felt weak and my body temperature was high.
I was wrong, it wasn't the flu.
An infection was spreading throughout my Gullbladder, pancreas and liver.
Sunday i started having unimaginable pain in my lower abdomen and it got so bad that i started screaming uncontrollably.
My organs were digesting themselves due to my pancreas being infected.
I called an ambulance and the drivers rolled their eyes at me and told me to quiet down.
The doctor at the hospital yelled at me because she "had a rough night and couldn't deal with this"
None of them took me seriously.
2 hours after the pain started the doctor returned.
She was suddenly very worried and immediately admitted me to the Intensive Care Unit.
I received a plethora of the worlds strongest opioid painkillers and they still couldnt quite eliminate the pain.
No one there told me what was going on, only that my situation was critical and that there is a chance that i might not survive it.
When i began to ask questions about my status or how the situation was developing they started giving me very large amounts of sedatives. This got to the point where i was no longer able to control my extremities, speak or even move my eyes under my own free will, while still being conscious enough to notice everything around me.
They constantly prodded me, undressed and dressed me again and carted me to take tests without anyone ever talking to me.
I was put in a CT-Scan with no one speaking a single word to me from the moment they picked me up to the time i was returned to the ICU.
The results were, as usual, not disclosed to me at any point.
Tuesday they upped the dose to a level where my breathing was growing more and more shallow and i was afraid of dying because of an overdose.
I managed to slowly edge myself off of my bed, ripping the needle out of my hand.
The drip with the medication in it emptied itself and after i was lifted back on my bed it was empty and they didn't connect me to it again, so i had a chance to get control over my body back.
When i could walk and speak again i invoked my right to chose my physician and took away their right to treat me and then i left.
This was two days ago.
I still have no idea how extensive the damage to my organs actually is or what really happened to me, but i know that these people who i trusted to help me when i was at my weakest had me live through the worst abuse of my entire life.
In about one hour i will go see my regular doctor who is also a specialist in internal medicine to find this out.
This was the worst week of my life and i am still deeply traumatized by what i had to live through.
I felt weak and my body temperature was high.
I was wrong, it wasn't the flu.
An infection was spreading throughout my Gullbladder, pancreas and liver.
Sunday i started having unimaginable pain in my lower abdomen and it got so bad that i started screaming uncontrollably.
My organs were digesting themselves due to my pancreas being infected.
I called an ambulance and the drivers rolled their eyes at me and told me to quiet down.
The doctor at the hospital yelled at me because she "had a rough night and couldn't deal with this"
None of them took me seriously.
2 hours after the pain started the doctor returned.
She was suddenly very worried and immediately admitted me to the Intensive Care Unit.
I received a plethora of the worlds strongest opioid painkillers and they still couldnt quite eliminate the pain.
No one there told me what was going on, only that my situation was critical and that there is a chance that i might not survive it.
When i began to ask questions about my status or how the situation was developing they started giving me very large amounts of sedatives. This got to the point where i was no longer able to control my extremities, speak or even move my eyes under my own free will, while still being conscious enough to notice everything around me.
They constantly prodded me, undressed and dressed me again and carted me to take tests without anyone ever talking to me.
I was put in a CT-Scan with no one speaking a single word to me from the moment they picked me up to the time i was returned to the ICU.
The results were, as usual, not disclosed to me at any point.
Tuesday they upped the dose to a level where my breathing was growing more and more shallow and i was afraid of dying because of an overdose.
I managed to slowly edge myself off of my bed, ripping the needle out of my hand.
The drip with the medication in it emptied itself and after i was lifted back on my bed it was empty and they didn't connect me to it again, so i had a chance to get control over my body back.
When i could walk and speak again i invoked my right to chose my physician and took away their right to treat me and then i left.
This was two days ago.
I still have no idea how extensive the damage to my organs actually is or what really happened to me, but i know that these people who i trusted to help me when i was at my weakest had me live through the worst abuse of my entire life.
In about one hour i will go see my regular doctor who is also a specialist in internal medicine to find this out.
This was the worst week of my life and i am still deeply traumatized by what i had to live through.
