On November 7th, 1982, at 16 years of age, I had a horrific car accident
that put me into the hospital for four months. I was hooked up to tubes and beeping machinery, receiving morphine injections every two and a half hours. For over three of those four months, I ate and drank nothing whatsoever. For sustenance, the doctors fed me a Hyper-L solution through 8-inch long needles inserted into the main arteries leading
to my heart.That Christmas I almost died.
Not from the injuries I sustained, which did almost kill me at various other times, but rather from the Hyper-L needle the doctor had stuck into my chest, along with some kind of lethal virus.
After spending three days with a temperature hovering around 104-105 degrees, I was about to be flown by helicopter to a specialist hospital in the northern Florida. However, just hours before the flight, I miraculously recovered, after the needle was removed.
In another incident involving the same doctor caring for me after the aforementioned auto-accident, I had a drainage tube closed off and hanging from my left-side ribcage for a week before the doctor removed it. One evening while lying in my bed in the Progressive Intensive Care unit, the doctor came in accompanied by a nurse to do the removal. He clipped the stitches holding the tube in place in my left side, then, grabbing hold with one hand, he pulled. The tube didn't budge. Doc grabbed the tube again, this time really tugging on it, again to no avail. So Doc grabbed this tube hanging from my side, and with both hands really hauled at this tube for all he was worth. I could see my ribs bulging outwards as he leaned back on this thing, trying to pull it out throughmy ribcage. It was not a comfortable experience.
Suddenly the assisting nurse to my right gasped and said, "Hey Doc, the balloon, did you deflate the balloon?!" To help the stitches hold the tube from slipping out, there was a balloon inside me inflated with fluid to stop slippage.
"Oh yeah," Doc said, then he took a large plastic syringe and sucked the fluid out of the balloon. The tube was then pulled effortlessly from my body,with no resistance, and no pain.
100,000 Americans die and one and a half million are hospitalized from iatrogenic reactions each year, according to a Yale New Haven Hospital study cited by Dr. Gregory Harvey of the New Life Chiropractic Clinic in Encinitas, California.
"That means that each week, 2,000 people die, and 30,000 are hospitalized from the medication for the illnesses, not from the illnesses themselves." Some figures put these numbers much higher, estimating closer to 250,000 Americans dying a year.
Iatrogenic (doctor induced) and Nosocomial (caused by hospital staff) incidents are by no means limited to America, and can cause problems worldwide.
Take the case of Goperan Rudolfsson. The San Juan Star reported the Associated Press story (July 7th, 1997, pg. 56) of how Rudolfsson had gone into surgery for a brain tumorin Sweden. A month after the operation, he blew his congested nose, and pulled out a "31-inch cloth left in his head" by surgeons.
There are the cases of Irene Fox, and Beverly Coffman, both eighty year old women in different hospitals in Santa Rosa, California, who were both accidentaly injected by nurses with undiluted potassium chloride, a chemical used to execute US deathrow prisoners, according to the Santa Rosa Press Democrat newspaper (March 23rd, 1997).
There are numerous cases of doctors undertaking dangerous and entirely unnecessary operations on their patients. Injuries commonly arise from
vaccinations, with one figure putting the number of injured Americans every year since 1990 at 800,000 a year. Australian minister John Kerin reported (May 3rd, 1999) that since the 1995 study, "Quality in Australian Health Care," which found up to 50,000 people were injured, and up to 15,000 die as a result of human error on the part of
medical staff every year, the Australian government and health officials have not done enough to improve the situation.
If the surgeons had not managed to sew me back together back in 1982, I wouldn't be writing this now. But there were a few close calls, when the very same surgeons almost killed me.
Try not to worry too much next time you go for that routine operation or checkup, OK?