This one's a whopper!
In May 1999 I had to have surgery on a bed sore. I had been seeing a
plastic Sergon Dr.Kutlu for a few months. We set the date. I mentioned
to him, while we were setting things up at the hospital that I was
going to be needing a sand Clinatron bed. He seemed put off that I was
telling what to do.
I have the sugary Tuesday, on Wednesday he came in to change my
dressing, I said to him as he grabbed a pair of gloves from the box on
the wall (the non-sterile kind)
"Please wash your hands." I asked him
Well, he went nuts. "Who the hell are YOU to tell ME to wash my
hands?"
As he continue's his rant he starts to change my dressing (after
washing his hands) and I say to him
"I'm surprised you except Medicaid." I said to him.
"What are you talking about, I don't except Medicaid. YOU HAVE
MEDICAID!!?" he yells
He snaps off his gloves and says. "I am NOT taking care of you
anymore."
He's out in the hallway now, out of ear-shot … most of the time and
yelling/telling a nurse
"I want you to get Miss Humphreys a phone and phone book so she can
call to get another Doctor"
I was very glad of this idea because I got to call EVERY plastic
Sergon in the phone book and tell his college just what he said and
did. Then I called the chief of staff of the hospital who made him
apologize and finish taking care of me until I was discharged.
I went home to an air bed in my living room that didn't work. The
next day I went to Kessler to have my wound looked at (because I have
no Doctor) and he ask's
"Who did your surgery?" He screwed me up worse.
I was immediately admitted to Kessler for the next 7 weeks.
Bobbie
