On December 19th, 2012 I went in and got my tubes tied, you were the dr on that night. I told you I was not ready to go home & wanted to stay one more night, you agreed to it. On the morning of December 20th, 2012 you told me that I was fine & I could go home, but I told you that I wasn't fine, I told you and the nurses that something was wrong, something didn't feel right & you ignored me. If everything was find I shouldn't have had to put the head of my bead all the way up & the foot of the bed all the way down just to get out of bed. I know that if I was a Dr I would be questioning that & trying to see if something was wrong with my patient, but you didn't, you blew me off like it was nothing, like what I had to say or what I was feeling meant nothing to you. 2 hours after leaving the hospital I started having pain all over my body, then I got the chills, then a fever.
In the end, because you didn't want to take a closer look at what was going on, you sent me home on a death bed. I had a newborn baby & 3 other children at home that almost lost their mom because of you. I could have missed out on all the special moments in my children's lives, my daughter wouldn't have known who her mom was or anything & my youngest con wouldn't have been able to mentally understand what happened to me, that I was gone forever, his poor lil heart would have been torn to shreds. My 2 older sons would have been ripped from the arms of the only man that they knew as their dad, into the arms of their biological father who is abusive towards them. Their poor lil hearts would be shredded and they would be in fear of him every day.
In my opinion you shouldn't be practicing medicine if you can't even listen to your patients concerns and problems. We tell you guys about our concerns because you are supposed to be there to help us, to find out what's wrong with us & try to make us better, but you obviously can't even do that. You think that just because your a dr you know if there is a problem or not just by us telling you our symptoms or concerns, but in the end you don't know our bodies like we know our bodies.
Thanks to you & one other doctor, I can no longer sleep much at night due to flashbacks, I have a big scar across my stomach that is a daily reminder of what happened to me, I can't attend a family function without the fear of something triggering my emotions, thoughts, or fears and me having a major breakdown. I now suffer from PTSD, depression, anxiety, & panic attacks because of it all. You were my dr at the time, you were supposed to protect me, you were supposed to make me feel better, but instead you made me worse, you lost my trust in you as a dr, you sent me home to die. I don't know how you can live with yourself & continue on practicing medicine. My life has been turned upside down because of this. This all could have been prevented if you would have just listened to me. What saved my life was me going in to take a shower, it softened up my incision to where is ruptured open and the ER doctors who saved my life. I will be forever grateful to them, as they are the ones who truly saved my life.
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