Wednesday, September 25, 2013

At Last! Drug Testing For Doctors

At last we are seeing some more movement towards some of what I've been talking about.  Here's an article about DRUG TESTING DOCTORS!  Of course I would include anybody in the medical field, except maybe the janitors, unless they allow these janitors to do surgery like I suspect my surgeon did.  Odd that something this important would come out of California, but they say "as California goes, so goes the rest of the nation." drunk Orange County plastic surgeon reportedly disfigured at least a half dozen patients before losing his license. A Rocklin anesthesiologist was arrested for taking anesthesia through an extra IV line while administering it to a patient. A meth-using doctor who was convicted of drug dealing will get his doctor's license back after a year.
Does your doctor oppose mandatory drug testing for physicians? Check the list.

Substance abuse among California physicians is higher than the general population, yet unlike bus drivers and pilots, physicians don't have to take drug tests. A proposed patient safety ballot measure requires mandatory drug testing of physicians, but a group of doctors is raising big bucks to stop these and other common sense patient safety measures.

Consumer Watchdog has published the list of doctors across the state who have given money to the opponents of the Troy and Alana Pack Patient Safety Act. We think patients should know if their doctors are standing in the way of their safety and will be sharing the list with millions of Californians.

Troy, 10 years old, and Alana, 7, were hit and killed by a drug abusing driver prescribed thousands of pills by negligent physicians. Their dad, Bob Pack, is the author of the ballot measure to create mandatory drug testing among physicians, require doctors to use an electronic prescription drug database and modernize patient safety laws.

Check the list and ask your doctor if he or she opposes modest patient safety reforms.

It's time for the medical establishment to explain why it is resisting common sense solutions to weed out the small number of dangerous and dirty doctors that commit the vast majority of medical malpractice.

We hope you will
check the list and call your physician out if he or she is on it.

Thanks for all you do,

Jamie Court
President, Consumer Watchdog

PS: Read more about the Troy and Alana Pack Patient Safety Act

Sunday, September 22, 2013

My Stalker Strikes Again...

Here's the link, which I featured in another post. The Things Patients Say...: Why I love Versed... Of course JConnor, in his psycho world thinks that if he just follows me around denigrating me (or at least trying to)  that he can build up his fragile ego.  Look what he posted at the bottom of the article.  I find it strange that he feels this burning need to do this.  Don't you?  Boy is he jealous of my MENSA membership.  News flash for my stalker, my job has nothing to do with my IQ.  I'm not sure why you don't get that.  Maybe you aren't bright enough to handle that concept. 

For My Horsey Friends (not about Versed)

I have gotten a lot of readership from Chronofthehorse Chronicle Forums  As a fellow horse lover, I wrote this today for you guys knowing that you "get it." 

The horse I ride today is an APHA mare I bought as an afterthought when I purchased a QH mare for my kid.  I wasn't happy with her for years because she isn't my old horse.  She's nothing like my old horse.  She isn't high spirited.  She isn't very tall.  (She's 15.1, tall enough)  She has too much white.  She can't jump.  She makes no demands of me at all.  You can't feel the high strung personality of my old horse through the reins, nor feel the hyper overdrive of a maniac horse through my seat and legs.  My old horse was 3/4 Thoroughbred from the lines which exhibited intractability.  My horse now has not one drop of Thoroughbred in her.  And it shows.  She's gentle and willing.

So about a year ago I started berating myself for being so critical of such a nice little mare.  No she's not my old horse, but my old horse is dead.  If there is a heaven, that will be the only time I see him again other than in my dreams.  So here's a perfectly good little horse getting the short end of the stick, just because she isn't my old horse.  Not fair.  I bought her because she was the opposite of my old horse, color, sex, breeding, size, everything is different than my old horse.  I thought if I did that I wouldn't be comparing her to my old horse...

Anybody who has lost their horse partner after half a lifetime of sheer joy knows how it feels.  That horse can NEVER be replaced.  They are permanently etched in your soul.  But that doesn't mean you can't love again.  My horse likes reining and games.  So what if she can't jump?  My old horse would have exploded if I tried any of that with him.  Score one for the paint mare.  I can sit sideways in my saddle and talk to my friends now.  Not with the old horse, he would have thrown me in a minute.  He never was any good at standing still, no matter what.  My mare will stand for hours, tied to the trailer, or while I'm grooming or whatever.  There is an ease of mind knowing that your horse won't kill itself or others being tied.  Or dig giant holes in the cross tie area.

I've traded the electricity of my old horse's mouth on the reins, for a willing partner who doesn't have to be appeased all the time.  I get a softness now.  This is good too, right?  I could get used to it!  With the old horse it was a true partnership, I gave in to him on some things and he gave in to me on others, especially if it was what he wanted all along.  He wanted to fly, he disdained the earth.  He wanted to jump as high and as far as possible.  He wanted to run full blast without interference.  He needed to be moving at all times, sideways if necessary.  Sometimes that huge personality would wear me out.  I'd put him back in his stall.

My current horse isn't like that.  She tries so HARD to please me.  She lives to make me happy.  I feel guilty sometimes because our relationship is more like a dictatorship than a partnership, but she likes it.  She isn't happy unless I'm praising her efforts.  Her ears come up and I swear she has a satisfied look on her face.  My old horse never looked like that.  Until the day he died fire was in his eyes.  I imagine that when this horse dies I will be just as devastated.  Until then, I'm learning to appreciate the things that my current horse has to offer, no matter how different she is from the old horse.  It's only fair.

I couldn't resist...

Every once in a while I have to bring up a lighter note, so I am moving from a potential stalker to this song.  WARNING:  ADULT word...

? The Asshole Song - Jimmy Buffett - YouTube

Monday, September 16, 2013

THIS Is Funny? Only To Medical People

Here's a link you should ALL find shocking.  Woman Sues Hospital for Sticker Prank During Surgery - ABC News

*I* don't find this amusing in any way.  How humiliating.  How could the entire staff find this  behavior acceptable?   If they will do this to one of their own, can you imagine what they do to us when we are at our most vulnerable?  Unfortunately for me, I REMEMBER the nastiness of the crna *I* had.  He would NEVER have said that stuff to my face if he hadn't given me an amnesia drug against my will and which did not work in the expected way.  Do you think this nurses coworkers would have tried this on her if she were awake? 

They OVER MEDICATED her in order to have their fun.  Isn't that dangerous?  They over medicated me to show me who was boss, this is worse.  What do we have to do in order to get this kind of thing to stop?

Sunday, September 15, 2013

We (patients) Will Win Against Midazolam

Here's a link from a person who objects to pretty much what *I* do in regards to medical care. 

Liverpool Care Pathway: A National Scandal: Liverpool Care Pathway - "No Midazolam"

I found it when I was poking around to see what people were saying in regards to No Midazolam and the above came up.  There are lots of other articles in the blog, which are alarming considering what "obamacare" has planned for all of us...

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Perhaps The WORST Versed Story Yet

This is a horrible story.  How can things like this happen in the 21st century?  What will it take to make medical "professionals" quit using Versed.  Their denial of the bad side effects of Versed/Midazolam caused this woman enormous additional harm.  The medical people knew full well that their drug of choice caused this patient to go completely out of control, yet they did NOTHING to help or explain that it was VERSED that did this!  Unbelievable.

Here's the link  Midazolam Sedation Is Not ALWAYS Safe - Forum Thread Page 4

Here's the story;

My Horrifying Reaction To Midazolam

posted by Treated like a monster on 17 Aug 2013 at 5:17 pm

I do not think Midazolam is a "bad drug" as many do. Different drugs affect different people in different ways, and there is risk with everything. However, healthcare professionals NEED to obtain INFORMED consent before using a drug with as many risks as Midazolam, and deception seems to be rather common in the administration of this drug in particular.

I have a history of reactions to drugs, as well as a host of other bizarre medical issues. I do not properly produce at least one CYP enzyme (confirmed by genetic testing) and have had numerous incidences of severe and rare side effects with various psychoactive medications. For this reason, I have to be very careful about what medications I am given. I was scheduled to have my severely impacted wisdom teeth removed two days ago. I had called the clinic to schedule my appointment 7 days prior, and they happened to have an appointment available so soon. I was told that twilight anaesthesia is highly recommended, so I agreed that I would be interested in receiving such because local novocaine is noted by my dentist as being more or less useless on me, requiring 3 times the usual dose to relieve any pain. I received a whole lot of pre-op instructions, and was told to call back if I had any questions before surgery. I noticed their website had a very long list of instructions for surgery under "general/IV sedation" compared to simply local anaesthetic and nitrous oxide, so I called back the next day to inquire about what drugs were used in sedation, as I tend to have drug sensitivities. I was told that many different drugs can be used and that I would have my call returned later that day with more information. I received no return call. I called back on Monday to inquire again, and this time I was given a very long list of potential sedatives and was told I could discuss it with the doctor when I came in for the procedure. The nurse I talked to was not very kind to me, and at this point I said I would like to cancel the operation as I was feeling uneasy about it. I was informed that I needed to cancel at least 7 days in advance, or I would be charged a $250 cancellation fee. I explained the situation, and was reassured that the doctor was very good and had all sorts of amazing qualifications including special training in anaesthesia administration. Considering the cost to cancel was more than my co-pay for the operation, I decided I should just go with it. When I arrived, I had to complete all of the paperwork and was asked to sign the consent form with the "General/IV Sedation" box already checked for me. Of course, I was reassured that I could discuss it with the doctor. I signed it, and then met with the doctor who was very friendly and seemed trustworthy. When I asked him about the anaesthesia, he said that what he would give me depended on how I reacted during surgery but that he usually uses an painkiller and a benzodiazapine that he said was "just like Valium, but stronger" and that no one ever had issues with it under his care. I take Valium for sleep and muscle spasms, and have taken Xanax for mild anxiety so I thought that I would be safe with this Ivy League educated surgeon and the drugs that he would choose to administer. I was led into the procedure room and given nitrous, during which time I engaged in friendly conversation about my pre-med coursework with the doctor and his assistants. I was exceedingly relaxed, even when the doctor inserted two IVs into me. The last thing I remember is complimenting him on his good work finding a vein in my hand, and him saying I would go to sleep for a while and was doing a very good job relaxing. Next thing I remember I'm "waking up" and having one IV removed from me. The doctor is telling his nurses that he cannot operate on me as I am being uncooperative. He then told me I had a "panic attack" due to my history of anxiety issues and that I would have to leave and they would later extract my teeth one at a time without anaesthesia. I asked if he could just do it then because I was conscious and cooperating, but he said that that wasn't possible and that I needed to leave. I vaguely remember saying "OK" and removing the other IV myself and getting blood all over myself. I do not remember how I got out of the room but I am told I forced my way through and out the door. I know I called a friend who lived nearby to come pick me up as I did not want to go with my father- I recall him being very very angry at me for not cooperating. I am over 18 and reasoned that I should be allowed to come and go as I please, especially because I was not going to be driving or anything. I am told I was screaming at the doctor for being incompetent and crying uncontrollably, and the police were called. I was threatened with arrest and kept insisting that I had not committed any crime and should be free to go. I only remember small pieces of these things, although more memory comes back every day. I was wrestled to the ground by a cop after dragging my father a city block down the sidewalk trying to leave. I have a large bruise on my back from his knee and an even larger one on my forehead, as well as many minor ones all over my arms and tummy and face. I also injured my knee. All this time I was being treated like a violent criminal and threatened with jail time. When I was finally dragged into the police car the officer told me that he was involuntarily committing me to the psychiatric ward at our local hospital. I was apparently being angry and combative, which is something that has never happened to me before as I have issues expressing anger as anything more than depression. The doctor at the ER was very friendly and allowed me to go home with my friend, after instructing the police officers to uncuff me. I apparently did not cooperate with anyone aside from the ER doctor and nurse during this entire time. The doctor informed me that what occurred was not my fault and a reaction to Midazolam. I spent a few hours at my friend's, who was told I had psychiatric disturbances and was prone to violence (untrue). I was in excruciating jaw pain during this time and called the oral surgeon again asking to reschedule to have them individually extracted. The nurse was very, very rude to me and said that the office manager would call me back later that day. I of course did not have that call returned that day. I called my dentist as well as another dentist I had seen on emergency before and explained that something happened with the anesthesia, and inquired about options. I found out that they called the oral surgeon, who explained that I was a dangerous patient and recommended they not treat me. I ended up feeling so agitated that I could not stop crying, and limped to the library because libraries make me feel safe. I was still very dazed and was stopped by a police officer who thought I had been sexually assaulted because I looked so traumatized. He was very friendly until I told him what actually happened, at which point he indicated that he had heard about me and took on a very accusatory tone. I told him I would like to leave (I was very afraid of the police due to the drug at that moment) and was told I could go. I arrived at the library around 2:30pm, about 5 hours after the drug was administered. I kept getting lost in the aisles and finally found a philosophy text that I wanted to read and thought that would calm me down. At this time, I was more anxious and upset than I had ever been in my entire life. I sat down, and found myself unable to make sense of the words I was reading, and that I had an incredible headache. I did not want to go home in case someone in town could operate on me that day, as my jaw pain was unbearable. I know now that that was irrational, but it made sense at the time. I gave up on the text and decided I should find a book with pictures to look at because they might make me feel better. I found a book of photographs by one of my favorite photographers, and tried to look through it. I found myself getting more and more anxious by the minute. I started getting calls back from the other dentists at that time, telling me they were sorry but that they couldn't do anything for me. I remember begging them to do something because I was going to have to cut out the teeth myself otherwise. My mother began sending me text messages, and I found I was incapable of properly spelling anything in response. At around 430pm, I agreed that she could pick me up from the library because it was closing soon. She drove me to the pharmacy to pick up the painkillers the oral surgeon had sent over prior to the operation, only to find out the order was cancelled. I refused to eat or drink anything in case someone could do surgery on me later that day. We drove home, and I made a little cave out of blankets to hide in and cry for the next hour. My father returned home around 6pm, and began scolding me for my horrible behavior after the attempted surgery. I then put some shoes partway on and ran 1/4 mile down the road and then scaled a rocky hillside and ran into the woods, where I remained for a half hour until I was so scared by the shadows flitting in and out of my vision that I came back down. I still do not understand how I managed to get up there. I came home around 7, and drank 2 sips of water before throwing it back up. I texted my friend and told him that I didn't want to see him ever again and resolved to end my relationship with my boyfriend as soon as I could reach him via the internet. I don't remember what I did for the rest of the night, except that I cried through all of it and at 930pm texted my boyfriend that I was really sick and missed him very much, and was considering killing myself. I know that I did not stop crying at all from the time I left the hospital until I fell asleep that night, and had resolved to end my life via dehydration. I was treated like a monster by everyone around me and felt like it must be my fault and that no one would ever love me again, especially not my father. Yesterday I awoke early, and my father had made an appointment to talk with my therapist about my psychotic episode to try to figure out how to prevent me from "snapping" again. The oral surgeon's office manager called me back. She explained that they would not treat me, and that I would need to drive to a university 10 hours away to have the surgery done under general anaesthesia. I again asked what medications I was given, and the woman on the phone refused to tell me, citing that the doctor had verbally told my father who "seemed to be familiar with them as he is a registered nurse." He told me I was primarily given Midazolam. A quick search brought up all the articles describing reactions identical to mine. My father still blamed me for my behavior. My mother called the university I was referred to and was told that despite my situation, they would only use general anaesthesia on people with Down syndrome or those that required more extensive surgery. My mother got me an appointment to consult an oral surgeon 2 hours away at noon, so she drove me there. I cried most of the morning, and my father suggested that I shouldn't do the consult at all because he didn't know what I would do. I arrived at the clinic and the surgeon was very kind. He understood exactly what happened and told me that he would be happy to perform the surgery under full surgical anaesthesia, without Midazolam or any similar medication. I have to drive 5 hours to the hospital where it will be done this Wednesday, but I know it will be worth it because I have never reacted adversely to surgical anaesthesia and this surgeon was much more thorough and less deceptive to any questions I asked. After that I felt much better, although still very depressed. I ate lunch with my mother, and when I got home I found my father had had a conversation with his nursing buddy who explained that such adverse reactions do occur and that my scary behavior truly wasn't my fault. I knew I was feeling a bit strange but I felt capable of caring for myself. My father took me to the grocery store around 7pm and bought me various food items that I could prepare for myself and then set off on an overnight trip with my mother to their cabin. I do not remember last night, aside from watching cartoons and repeatedly waking up to find myself sweating profusely with vomit in my hair. I still feel as if I am living in a dream and feel very agitated and unable to focus. I am not sure how much of last night I dreamed and what actually happened. I feel very confused and hurt, and wish I had had the opportunity to do research into the drugs used on me prior to my attempted surgery. I keep crying for no reason, feel constantly zoned out and unable to remember things, feel continually anxious/agitated, and my initial oral surgeon keeps denying that any of the effects after the first IV was taken out were caused in any way by the medication. I hope that medical professionals will start being more honest about the risks of drugs like Midazolam, at least to patients with a history of trouble with medication side effects. I don't think I will ever get over this experience, and am now only hoping that the last of the metabolites of the drug are exiting my body and that I will finally stop crying.

Is this really acceptable?  This woman is still defending the medical cartel who gave her this drug.  So sad.  This reaction is a matter of supreme indifference to medical people.  They KNEW what had caused the problem, but still insisted that it was somehow the victim's fault!  They allowed/encouraged people to further harm this patient when all the while it was the administration of Versed...  Is there no shame in the medical field?

Saturday, September 7, 2013

My 14 Year Old Daughter Speaks To Nursing Education

My daughter the smartaleck just took me to task for berating and belittling the anesthesia nurses who want to destroy all of our minds with Versed.  I have been absolutely astonished by the lack of writing skills exhibited by most of these (cough) educated nurses.  But hold on to your hats folks, I may have been WRONG about their education...

My daughter says that nurses probably only have to remember things about drugs, and a few phrases.  Phrases like "Versed is a wonderful drug".  "Everybody loves Versed."  "Versed is to help you relax."  All of us who have been harmed by Versed have heard these phrases.  That's because that's what they learn in school, according to the kid.  Phrases.  The names of drugs, and phrases.  I'm pretty sure that don't teach much on mechanisms of action, especially for Versed because NOBODY KNOWS!  The brain just isn't that well understood.  That won't stop the nurses from creating chemical Alzheimer's with Versed.  It doesn't stop them from denying that this chemical Alzheimer's can be permanent.  Oh hell no, because using your head and common sense aren't taught either.  But back to what my 14 year old says.

She says that maybe the nurses who come here and have atrocious writing, spelling and punctuation mastery haven't had an English or writing class since high school.  I'm surprised that she would think this.  Don't nurses have to write reports, term papers, essays, anything?  Don't nurses have to write things to show that they know what certain meds are indicated or contraindicated?  How do they get through college without any writing assignments?  How do they write up the reports at work?  Do they simply check boxes?  I find it hard to believe that anesthesia nurses especially aren't required to have a rudimentary grasp of the written language...  It's hard to believe but the proof is in the comments I've received from these people and their blurbs all over the web. 

I need more information about what the curricula is in nursing school.  When I was in college as a pre-vet med student, I was REQUIRED to have English, creative writing, a foreign language, stuff like art appreciation, art history, US history, all kinds of courses besides the ones that I would need to get into vet school.  They were called "prerequisites" and  I better have that 4.0 gpa or I wouldn't get into UC Davis.  What has happened to education in the intervening years?  How is it that a nurse can claim a masters degree and be unable to write a single sentence without error(s)?  It's mystifying.

These semi-literate people are the ones intent upon assaulting our brains with Versed.  So there you have it.  My daughter's defense of the level of education for nurses in charge of life and death situations.  This isn't comforting to me.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

How My Blog Works

It has come to my attention that I haven't explained how comments are put up on my blog effectively enough to get through the thick skulls of my oh-so-smart detractor(s).  I will try to explain this concept one more time, and for the last time.

I and I alone decide what comments appear on my pages.  Get it?  I am the ultimate arbiter.  I can capriciously decide not to publish them.  I can arbitrarily decide I WANT to publish them.  I can take them out of context.  I can write a whole post of my own using the comment as a basis for my essay.  Once you hit the send/enter button I can do whatever I want with the comments.  Am I clear yet?

For the insane nurse who feels that all he has to do is use a "nom de plume" to get through my "filter", HAHAHAHAHA!  You idiot!  I don't have any filters on my blog.  ALL comments come to me in my inbox at  Once I receive them, there are links that I can click to publish the comment, delete it, save it elsewhere, etc.  This is all subject to my discretion.  You may use any name you want, but the only way your comment will appear is if *I* personally click the "publish" link from the e-mail containing your thoughts.   See if you can follow... no comments (zero, zilch, nada, none) are automatically added to my blog.  I have the blog set NOT to do that.  Comprendes tu?

My fellow Versed victims seem to be able to grasp this novel idea instantly.  It's only the "educated" people who seem to have a problem with the whole "where's my comment" stuff.  This peculiar lapse of common sense/computer savvy is topped off by brilliant medical people trying to use a different name in the vain hope that somehow the computer will suddenly defy my wishes and publish comments which have not been reviewed and directed to be published by ME!  LOL 

I hope that this clears up any confusion.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Laugh For The Day

Here's a comment I just got...

suxxit has left a new comment on your post "MDA vs CRNA In Plain English":

"You,are an idiot, and most likely an MDA or being paid by one."

Any punctuation Nazi's can get a good laugh out of this comment regardless of the content of the statement.  This is a person who seems to be claiming a superior education and yet...

When you look at the "handle" this person is using, they are making a reference to suxamethonium/ succinylcholine.  Nearly every single nurse anesthetist in the world gives themselves such an online name.  It almost always has some kind of self serving drug name in it, apparently to advertize the fact(?) that they are in anesthesia.  So boringly predictable. 

So now "suxxit" goes on to inform us of his/her absolute disdain for DOCTORS who specialize in anesthesia.  All you MDA's must be so thrilled to see that a crna feels that you are an idiot.  Nowhere near the exalted plane where anesthesia nurses are.  MDA's are scum of the  The HUBRIS of these lowly nurses claiming that they and only they are possessors of any kind of knowledge.  It's hysterical.  So transparent. ALL of us who are not crna's are "idiots" according to "suxxit".    There is a name for this kind of psychopathology.  I wonder if this nurse has enough education to recognise what it is.  Hint:  In some circles it's known as "narcissistic personality disorder." 

Honeybabe, I don't need to be an MDA or be paid by one to recognize an insane nurse when I see what they write and/or how they act.  I actually use statements like yours and my personal experiences with anesthesia nurses (and other assorted a.p. nurses) and extrapolate from that just what kind of people you are.  The results are NOT flattering to you individually or as a group. 

By the way, as I informed little "suxxit", I DIDN'T WRITE THE ARTICLE THAT HE/SHE REFERENCES!  Apparently this distinction isn't readily apparent to this anesthesia nurse.  Isn't that amazing?  With his/her powers of observation, being unable to see that *I* didn't write the article gives me grave doubts about their powers of observation while they are, say, giving people anesthesia.  Scary thought.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

An Example of the DISRESPECT!

Here is another example of the extreme disrespect and utter disdain our medical workers feel for the people who pay their enormous and UNEARNED salaries. WARNING: LANGUAGE

Dan V has left a new comment on your post "Yet Another Person Drugged Against Their Will":

"You need to be crazy to be making a big deal out of this. Did the surgery fucking hurt? I bet NO. Then the anesthesiologists did a great job doing that.
Fucking nutcase"

I'm not sure that the author of the above comment has recognised that the ARTICLE I cited in my post wasn't me. *I* "need to be crazy to make a big deal out of this"? Really? The lying by medical practitioners, the flouting of the LAW, the disregard for the patients wishes, none of this should be a big deal? WOW! What are we patients to this commenter? Just dogs to be kicked to the curb? What the HELL has happened, not only to obeying the law, but also to "first do no harm"? *I* must be crazy for making a big deal out of this? NO, this commenter must be crazy for being so completely out of control as to suggest that as long as the surgery didn't "fucking hurt" that the anesthesia providers should be able to indulge in felonious, lawless behavior without any reprisal. Apparently we patients are not even allowed to complain about the high handed attitude from medical workers who defy our wishes AND THE LAW!

I don't know if the "surgery fucking hurt". Neither does he/she. He/she can only "bet NO."   I'm not sure if "betting NO" counts for jumping to his/her next conclusion i.e. "the anesthesiologists did a great job..."  In my own opinion the "anesthesiologists" (another assumption from the commenter, the article cited CLEARLY STATES THAT IT WAS A CRNA not an anesthesiologist) did NOT "do a great job doing that."  We just don't know because the main thrust of the original post was that the person being operated on wanted to be AWAKE and WASN'T.  That is an abject FAILURE on the part of the anesthetist.  It amazes me that my commenter can't see that.  The anesthetist, whatever their level of training was, FAILED the patient and FAILED to follow the law.  Whether or not the person in the article felt any pain, or as my educated commenter writes, "the surgery fucking hurt" is UNKNOWN and completely beside the point.  (If you read the article there is some mention of alleged pain.  ALLEGED because medical workers use this ruse to justify drugging the patient.  They also use some kind of nebulous "anxiety" as an excuse.)

I'm really not sure whom the commenter Dan V is calling a "fucking nutcase", as he/she didn't specify.  If he/she is calling the PATIENT who was lied to and assaulted by her anesthesia person or if he/she is calling ME a "fucking nutcase" is open for conjecture.  Either way it doesn't really matter does it?  This commenter Dan V is the "fucking nutcase" for being unable to discern that the patient has a very real right to object to this kind of treatment.  She was treated with an absolute disregard for patients rights LAWS and for her own parameters.  The anesthetist(s) should have the pants sued off of them and in a perfect world should be jailed for assault and battery.

As a final note, resorting to using profanity and pejoratives in a comment against a patient or me is also a FAIL!  Attacking the victim is out of favor...  I'm fairly certain that Dan V is a crna, but that is just a deduction based on personal "anecdotal" experience.  Maybe he/she is just a BULLY!