I just finished reading the Oct. 15 letter from Kat Robertson regarding her recent stay in RIH for surgery on her neck. I’m thankful she didn’t go through what I did when I went in for my neck surgery.
My husband was told the procedure would take about four hours but it took almost seven.
I remember nothing until I woke up in a strange place that was not RIH. My husband couldn’t even find me!
It turns out I was sent to Ponderosa.
Also, unfortunately, I was put on morphine for pain control and had a terrible reaction to it. Honestly, I only remember snippets of events as the morphine sent me into a state I don’t ever want to be in again.
As much as my husband begged them to put me on something else, it was never done.
I got so bad that the team from psychiatry came down to assess me. Fortunately, they decided I was not needing their care.
Finally, after five weeks of this, my husband had had enough and took me out of Ponderosa and home we went where I recovered.
And to add insult to injury, the day following my return home, we get an invoice for Interior Health for $700 for my stay in Ponderosa. We paid it under duress, but fortunately, our medical coverage went to bat for us and got the money returned.
I’ve always thought our medical system was the very best there was, but after going through all this? Not so much.
I was tempted to write to the medical board at the time this took place (November 2011) but frankly just wanted to forget about it. Now I wish I had.