In 2008, I had back surgery. Three months later my pain doctor thought it would be helpful to get a nerve block. I received the nerve block. The nerve blocked caused the surgery area to become inflamed. My pain doctor was treating the symptoms, but the weekend came up. At that time, I was working on a show, so I had to be there. My pain doctor said to go to the ER and have the ER doctor call him. So that is what I did. The ER doctor was arrogant and hateful. He saw I was on pain medications. My mom and I kept telling him I just had back surgery three months ago, but he didn’t care. Instead he just kept saying hateful things like “I am being like Anna Nichole and Heath Ledger.” I kept telling him to call my pain doctor. He acted like I was lying to him. He then went about saying, "I might call." He left the room.
The nurse station was right out from the room, so I was able to over hear what he was telling the nurse. He told the nurse I was only there for drugs, so do whatever you have to do to get rid of me.
The nurse came into the room carrying a syringe full of medication. I asked her what is was and if they got a hold of my pain doctor. She just replied saying this isn’t the narcotic you wanted. She then approached me telling me to pull down my pants in which I did. I again asked her again what is in the syringe and the next moment she stabbed it in my right upper front part of my thigh. I am not exaggerating either. She didn't clean the area or anything. She just stabbed it in my leg. It was like I was in a horror film. Then she told me not to ever come back in for this problem again and that a different nurse will be coming in to give me the discharge paperwork. I still didn’t know what the hell she just stabbed me with. Now, not only does my back hurt, but now my leg also is burning and in severe pain.
Then twenty minutes later the arrogant doctor comes back into the room telling me he got a hold of my pain doctor acting like he can’t believe I do have a pain doctor. My pain doctor told him to give me the concoction. I told me mom I didn’t want to receive anything because I was terrified the same nurse would be giving me it. Luckily, a different nurse came into the room with the medication. She was gentle and kind. She also told us we should report the incident. In which we eventually did.
All day long my leg was killing me now on top of my back. The sad part is after eight days the inflammation in my back got a lot better.
The next day, I woke up in a lot of pain. My leg looked like someone hit my right upper thigh with a baseball bat. It was all bursied from the top of my thigh all the way to my knee. My mom took me back to the ER. God answered my prayer and I had a different doctor. The ER doctor was shocked and never saw anything like it. The doctor thought it was just an allergy and told me to take some Benadryl.
A couple of days later it was getting worse and blood started to pool to the top causing blood blisters. My mom took me back to the ER because she felt they caused it they need to fix it. Again, I had a different doctor and he thought it might be an infection and put me on some antibiotics.
A few more days pass by and still it was getting worse and now spreading. I ended up going to the ER over 12 times until one of the doctors sent me to the wound clinic. Why didn’t they do this in the beginning?
The wound clinic said I had staff infection and some MERSA and was really bad. They had to peel layers of dead skin and good skin. I had to get this done twice a week.
After a couple of weeks of doing this, my wound still was getting worse and not betters. They sent me into surgery.
After surgery they had to dig deeper then they thought. I could see my bone and tendon. It was gross. I had to have a wound vac that had to be changed three times a week. I had to go back to the wound clinic twice a week. I had to have in nurse come to my house three times a week. I couldn’t put much pressure on that leg or I would hurt so badly.
This injury happened in the end of April and I had my surgery the end of May.
By the end of August the wound was somewhat closing but my pain was increasing and spreading to other parts of my body. To top it all off my pain doctor was starting his own practice so I had to go without a pain doctor for three months. There was no contact number for primary care or wound doctor to my pain doctor. My primary care doctor was running out of things to do and the ER was just being mean. Even the strongest stuff wasn’t even touching my pain. It got to the point I tried to jump out of the car. Luckily my mom was with me and got me to not jump.
Then in December, my pain doctor opened his clinic. Thank God. He did a sympathetic nerve block. This block took 100% of my pain, so he knew it was Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy.
The only problem with the blocks is they only lasted seven days. So for one year I had to get a sympathetic nerve block every week and then for two years we did every two weeks and then two years after that we did every three weeks. As of January 2015 we are going to every 4 weeks.
Three years ago, I got a second opinion from an RSD specialist in Chicago who confirmed my diagnoses. He did many different tests that were really painful.
The nurse station was right out from the room, so I was able to over hear what he was telling the nurse. He told the nurse I was only there for drugs, so do whatever you have to do to get rid of me.
The nurse came into the room carrying a syringe full of medication. I asked her what is was and if they got a hold of my pain doctor. She just replied saying this isn’t the narcotic you wanted. She then approached me telling me to pull down my pants in which I did. I again asked her again what is in the syringe and the next moment she stabbed it in my right upper front part of my thigh. I am not exaggerating either. She didn't clean the area or anything. She just stabbed it in my leg. It was like I was in a horror film. Then she told me not to ever come back in for this problem again and that a different nurse will be coming in to give me the discharge paperwork. I still didn’t know what the hell she just stabbed me with. Now, not only does my back hurt, but now my leg also is burning and in severe pain.
Then twenty minutes later the arrogant doctor comes back into the room telling me he got a hold of my pain doctor acting like he can’t believe I do have a pain doctor. My pain doctor told him to give me the concoction. I told me mom I didn’t want to receive anything because I was terrified the same nurse would be giving me it. Luckily, a different nurse came into the room with the medication. She was gentle and kind. She also told us we should report the incident. In which we eventually did.
All day long my leg was killing me now on top of my back. The sad part is after eight days the inflammation in my back got a lot better.
The next day, I woke up in a lot of pain. My leg looked like someone hit my right upper thigh with a baseball bat. It was all bursied from the top of my thigh all the way to my knee. My mom took me back to the ER. God answered my prayer and I had a different doctor. The ER doctor was shocked and never saw anything like it. The doctor thought it was just an allergy and told me to take some Benadryl.
A couple of days later it was getting worse and blood started to pool to the top causing blood blisters. My mom took me back to the ER because she felt they caused it they need to fix it. Again, I had a different doctor and he thought it might be an infection and put me on some antibiotics.
A few more days pass by and still it was getting worse and now spreading. I ended up going to the ER over 12 times until one of the doctors sent me to the wound clinic. Why didn’t they do this in the beginning?
The wound clinic said I had staff infection and some MERSA and was really bad. They had to peel layers of dead skin and good skin. I had to get this done twice a week.
After a couple of weeks of doing this, my wound still was getting worse and not betters. They sent me into surgery.
After surgery they had to dig deeper then they thought. I could see my bone and tendon. It was gross. I had to have a wound vac that had to be changed three times a week. I had to go back to the wound clinic twice a week. I had to have in nurse come to my house three times a week. I couldn’t put much pressure on that leg or I would hurt so badly.
This injury happened in the end of April and I had my surgery the end of May.
By the end of August the wound was somewhat closing but my pain was increasing and spreading to other parts of my body. To top it all off my pain doctor was starting his own practice so I had to go without a pain doctor for three months. There was no contact number for primary care or wound doctor to my pain doctor. My primary care doctor was running out of things to do and the ER was just being mean. Even the strongest stuff wasn’t even touching my pain. It got to the point I tried to jump out of the car. Luckily my mom was with me and got me to not jump.
Then in December, my pain doctor opened his clinic. Thank God. He did a sympathetic nerve block. This block took 100% of my pain, so he knew it was Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy.
The only problem with the blocks is they only lasted seven days. So for one year I had to get a sympathetic nerve block every week and then for two years we did every two weeks and then two years after that we did every three weeks. As of January 2015 we are going to every 4 weeks.
Three years ago, I got a second opinion from an RSD specialist in Chicago who confirmed my diagnoses. He did many different tests that were really painful.