As a doctor, what is a lie a patient told you that you almost believed?
It didn’t happen with me. My ex-husband, who is an OB-GYN, was about to go home when a woman entered the clinic.
It was almost 1:00 am on a cold winter night.
She was in labor and of course in extreme pain.
What was really strange is that she was alone, totally alone.
It’s unusual for a woman in labor to find transportation and arrive at the hospital alone, especially in a small town in Egypt where everyone is too friendly to be avoided.
She gave her ID information orally in a hurry, including the father’s information, and confirmed that he was on his way because he was coming from another city.
There wasn’t much time for further questions as she was in a critical condition, screaming in pain and in panic. She was 20-30 minutes away from having the baby, which made it impossible for the doctor to think of anything else.
After the labor and the usual procedures, she was left in the room to rest and the night nurse attended to her.
The doctor checked on her and on the little boy before coming home to rest. He told me not to wake him unless there was a call from the night nurse.
At 4:00 am the nurse called and was totally disturbed; I thought from her voice and his replies that something terrible had happened to the patient or the baby.
What actually happened was: The new mom ran away from the clinic, and neither the night nurse nor the cleaner were able to catch her or even see where she had gone.
They realized that she had lied about her identity.
When my ex finally had a chance to tell me the story, all I could think of was the little newborn, alone! OMG! That poor thing, nobody was caring for him. In that cold weather!! In his first hours in this cruel world!!
My ex assured me that the nurse was looking after him and he was warm and fed.
The thought of taking him and raising him in my family was the only acceptable thought to me. I even prayed to God to give me the strength to do that and waited for my husband, who was on his way home from the police station.
When he came home, he said, “You wouldn’t believe what just happened!!”
He told me while in the police station a man came. “The father??” I asked, screaming. He looked at me and said, “You watch too many movies.” I wanted to say that what had happened that night was weirder than movies, but I wanted to know what happened, so I listened. In short, one of the shop owners in the clinic area heard what had happened. He and his wife had been trying to conceive for 20 years. They had visited the clinic more than once.
The man expressed his sincere desire to adopt the baby, whom he considered God’s gift to him and his wife.
So, after a few procedures and signatures, they took their new son home.
The story, which started at 1:00 am, ended at almost 7:00 am.
I don’t know anything about the people involved in that story since then.
I’m not a doctor but this goes to the doctors who trusted what I said.
After a seizure, cardiac arrest, and flat lining, the hospital put me on all kinds of medication. They also put me in a coma.
I believe after the coma, and after I tried to escape from the hospital, they said they needed to do an MRI to find out what happened.
I’m on meds acting like a lunatic and I told them I can’t have and MRI because I have metal in my eye. That was not true.
Not one person, after I was coherent, asked me if I had metal in my eye. Better yet: how did you get metal in your eye? That would have spawned me to say “what are you talking about”
To this day I have no idea why I was saying things that were not true or things that happened to other people and I thought it was me.
As an end result I never had the MRI and now I can’t have an MRI do to an implanted defibrillator.