Experience Serious Side Effects from Sedative Medication
The surgeon was not prepared for my sedative needs, did not listen to my request of what to give me, and because I was holding up the Endoscopic Unit, he called for an anesthesiologist I had never met. He never asked a single question, nor did he check out my charts. He simply injected me with Propofol, without the Lidocaine to ease the pain. I was in hell, and then out for a quick intubation. As a heart patient with all the symptoms from that, I should not have had Propofol. I woke up coughing my guts and lungs up as they extubated me. I was on the other side of the hospital in the main recovery area. Neither doctor came to tell me what happened and what might happen later.
I had severe pain in the kidney area, screaming back spasms, and leg spasms that were so bad I had difficulty walking. I was emotionally wrecked and considered suicide before I called my family doctor. I was not able to see her until the following week. She contacted the doctor about my reaction. When I saw him, I had not yet researched the side effects of the sedative drugs, Versed and Propofol. He did ask me not to notify the FDA about the problems with the drugs. I have been on a mission to educate the public since that time. Here is a link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZzjH04ye48
The hospital experience in the Rio Grande Valley was a horrendous ordeal. From the moment I walked into the hospital nothing went right. I wasn’t asked at the desk for my Physician Directive, the nurses didn’t have correct information from the people at the gastroenterology office where I had been evaluated three weeks earlier, my nurse could not find a vein, and I was told that I would be given the very drug with which I had experienced severe hallucinations during an angiogram procedure. I reminded them of the error, and they proceeded to call the anesthesiologist. I did sign a consent form for the colonoscopy procedure, but I certainly did not sign for a horrific drug of which I had no knowledge. I was then pushed into the operating room only to hear someone say that someone was already in the room and there was only room for one at a time. They then rolled me into a side room where another nurse was able to find a vein but got blood all over my arm, gown and bed. I was nervous as hell by this time.
By the time I got into the operating room, I was introduced to the techs, the student observer, the nurse, and the anesthesiologist as he hurried into the room. He asked if the nurse had a certain size needle and an intubation kit. She had the needle, but asked why she would need an intubation kit for a colonoscopy. He told her that any time an anesthesiologist was present that an intubation kit was needed. That’s when I reminded everyone that I was a heart patient and that I would rather have the Versed with the hallucinations than something totally strange. I was ignored. The surgeon looked scared but told me that the prep was the worse part of the colonoscopy procedure. He was wrong. What has followed has been the worse part of it.
The procedure was almost twice as long as my husband’s procedure. I felt like a lab rat. The loss of trust in doctors, the muscles spasms, the emotional stress, the going from a fast moving 65 year old to one that struggles to walk due to the damage done to my cartilage and bones has been far worse. Now what bothers me most is that I am not rich enough for the doctors to care what happened to me. There are no apologies or admittance of wrong doing. This hospital is owned by doctors and very powerful political figures who have the money to always be a step ahead in positive advertising in order to ward off any bad publicity, which by the way has to come from outside the Valley. I cannot get anyone to cover what has happened. I lived to be able to tell my story and to fight for the rights of other patients who have been harmed or killed in the circle of reckless endangerment by a group who takes an oath to first do no harm. I woke up to the reality that it is all about the money at this hospital. I am actively asking people to not choose this hospital grouping for their care or for the care of anyone they love. It is too big a risk and too dangerous. Because of signs on my car, on my husband’s car, and on my back fence others have contacted me with their stories. Infections are rampant in the hospital, mistakes are made by doctors, nurses and staff, and deaths are occurring at an alarming rate. Just because it is the newest and prettiest in the area does not make it the best. I certainly will never be a patient there again.