I struggled with whether to share this story and how much of it, I should.
I share so that you can look out and ask questions. You have just One Body. It can fail because some trained doctor did not bother to do proper investigative tests...
One saturday in July, I woke up in pain. I was feverish. I was tired. I could not explain what I was truly feeling. All I knew was I did not feel right.
I attributed it to the recent stress at work and was determined to rest the whole day despite the fact that saturdays are (cleaning and cooking days). Yes oh.
So I rested the whole of saturday confident that sunday would be better and I would be up and ready for work by monday.
Sunday dawned and I was feeling much better. By evening however, the fever had returned and I was in all shades of pain. Pain on my back but largely on my abdomen.
My husband decided to take me to Doren Specialist Hospital (his HMO hospital in Ajah). We got there and the doctor said she thought it might be Urinary Tract Infection or Acute appendicitis. Because of the pain they immediately placed me on IV and by the next morning, I had taken like 10. Subsequently they called the Chief Surgeon to take a look at me. He ordered that I do a scan on the 1st floor of their hospital to confirm his theory that it was acute appendicitis. I did the scan followed it with blood and urine tests.
Already, I was irritated with the quality of service in the hospital. The nurses were inefficient when they drew blood, my IV would run out for at least 30 minutes before the nurse would change it, blood would stain the sheets till I begged they be removed. I felt like I was in hell.
On seeing the result of my 'scan' the chief surgeon was convinced that I had acute appendicitis. At this point after seeing the wish washy attitude, I decided to google 'appendicitis'. My findings led me to ask the doctors if there were other ailments that may mirror the symptoms of appendicitis. One of them told me he was the doctor and what he said was the issue, was the issue. I shut my mouth (abi, it is law I read, I didn't read medicine).
Then came tuesday, the day prescribed for surgery. I was so upset. No one had come to explain anything ( I mean they were about to invade my body, the least they could do was give me detailed information of the procedure, I had a right to know. Didn't I?)
After I had nagged and screamed the hospital down, they eventually sent the anaesthetist to come and give me a 'detailed script' of how the surgery would go down. (Please pay attention to the 'detailed script', it is intended to be sarcastic, just in case the meaning is lost on you)
I went in. I did the surgery. I was bedhooked for 5days in the hospital and another 5 days at home.
The experience left a metallic taste in my mouth. What kind of hospital was that?
I resumed work in two weeks looking hot like fire and began to live life like nothing happened.
September came ( two months later). The pain resumed. Kai. What kind of wahala was this? Sebi they took out the acute appendicitis? (Guess my enemies were not happy. lol)
My sensitive and vigilant mum called. My dad said I should go to 'Mecure'. I did (they said I needed a doctor's referral). My mum insisted that I go see Aunty Mabel to take me to the Advanced Videoscopic and Laparascopy Center. Everyone was fretting. What was going on?
I went to see the physician at this new prescribed hospital. He examined me and told me he thought it was either a Liver disease or a condition known as Endometriosis.
He ordered me to go to a Consultancy and Investigative Center to do thorough tests like the ultra sound, CT Scan & Liver function test.
At the investigative center, they push liquid through my rectum for minutes, pump mixed 'liguids' through my arm. The result comes out. It shows clearly that Doren Specialist Hospital cut out my appendix for nothing.
I take it back to my physician. (Yes my doctor) who tells me to google the apparent issue and ask him questions. (See the difference between the doctor that got it right and the one that did not.)
I ask him all sorts of questions. He puts my mind at rest, gives me all the details necessary for a second necessary surgery.
I do the second surgery (a laparoscopy which shows that the appendix site was left in a way that could have messed up my intestines in a few months.) Phew. God is good.
I am not sharing this so that you can ooooh or aaah on my behalf. I am sharing so that you and your loved ones can pay attention to what is done to and on your body. No one knows it all. Ask about everything regarding your health. Pay attention to what they diagnose. Google. Google again. You and I can cause a change in the nefarious health system in Nigeria. Speak out.
Share this, it might just save a life.