r/RealHospitalStories

So basically I live in England yeah and its was in school about 10 years old and there was Ice on the playground/ Yard and my school so terrible they let us go on the ice and I slipped on the ice and cut my eyebrow open still got the scar and my school had to call my mum my mum didn't get to the school until like 20 mins later and I had to wait 5/6 hours just to be seen and I waited another hour to actually get treatment after I'd been up in a room

Ärzte nehmen einen nicht ernst ?

Hallo zusammen, ich bin an einem Donnerstag früh morgens ins krankenhaus, ich hatte mich seit dem Vorabend in dauerschleife übergeben und extrem Starke Schmerzen im Bauchbereich. In der Notaufnahme wurde ich mit den Worten "wo drückt denn der Schuh, dass man hier um diese Uhrzeit hinkommen muss". Ich sollte meinen schmerz von 1-10 einordnen und gab einen 9 an weil es die schlimmsten schmerzen waren die ich jemals hatte. Der Pfleger sagte 10 wäre wenn man beide Beide verliert und ich solle meiner angabe nach unten korrigieren. Ich gab nochmal an das ich extrem Starke schmerzen habe und er meinte danach sähe ich garnicht aus. Die Ärztin tastete einmal meinen Bauch ab und sagte ich hätte eine magenschleimhautentzündung, ich bekam Tabletten und wurde nach Hause geschickt.

Zuhause verschlechterte sich mein Zustand weiter, ich konnte kaum noch alleine aufstehen, war steif wie ein Brett, der schmerz strahlt jetzt auch in den gesamten Oberkörper. Am Samstag bin ich aus Verzweiflung zu einem Nothausarzt gegangen, durch wurde nur gesagt sie hätte keine zeit für ein Ultraschall, ich hätte eine Blasenentzüngung. Am Sonntag bin ich wieder in die Notaufnahmen. Durch wurde ein ultraschall gemacht, meine Darmschlingen waren sehr strak angeschwollen, es wurde endlichmal blutabgenommen und weil meine Entzündungswerte durch die Decke gingen, wurde ich sofort Not operiert. - Blinddarmdurchbruch.

Schnell wurde ich von der Intensivstation auf die Normale verlegt, ich sollte laut Arzt vielleicht 1 woche bleiben. Aber ich bekam hohes fieber, täglich. Jeden Tag sagte man vielleicht können ich morgen nachhause. Aber weil das Fieber nicht aufhörte, musste ich blieb. In den Tagen danach bekam ich jedesmal bei erhöhter Temperaturen, fiebersenkendemittel, der Arzt meinte ich hätte jetzt ja kein hohes Fieber mehr, dass wäre ein fortschritt. Sollte das nicht eig logisch sein, wenn man jedesmal etwas gegen das fieber nimmt, aber das dann als gut zu verkaufen? Durch zufall erfuhr ich von einer Nachtschwester, das ich ebenfalls eine Bauchfellentzündung und Blutvergiftung erlitten hatte. Als ich am nächsten Tag den Arzt danach fragt, wieso man mir das nicht gesagt hätte, meinte er weil ich nicht gefragt hätte. Wie zur Hölle hätte ich das nachfragen sollen ?

Die bakterien aus dem Darm, griffen meine Lunge an - Lungenentzündung.

Der Arzt meine es wäre weil ich so faul bin und mich nicht genug bewege. Ich habe in der zeit fast 10 kilo abgenommen und wog bei deiner Körpergröße von 173cm nur noch 43 kilo, also Haut und Knochen. Das sah man deutlich, trotzdem wurde ich nicht gewogen. Ich war nichtmal in der Lage mich selbst zu waschen und hilfe bekam ich auch nicht, ich habe mich ekelig und elendig gefühlt. Meine Lungenentzündung wurde immer schlimmer, man versuchte mich zu punktieren, dafür wurde ich lokal betäubt, ich bekam also alles mit. Am Rand Standen 5 Personen die zusehen. Als ich nachfragen wieso die da stehen, sagte man das sie zusehen. Ohne mein Einverständnis! Ich äußerte sogar, dass ich mich wie ein Versuchskaninchen fühle. Die Punktion führte zwei Ärzte durch, der eine sagt zum anderen so nicht, nicht so tief. Kurz danach wurde mir schwindelig, ich wurde geröncht, man hätte evtl. Die Lungeangestochen. Ich kam wieder auf die intensiv. Die Punktion war nicht erfolgreich, ich wollte nachnach mit dem Arzt sprechen und er sagte morgen. Am nächsten Tag fragt ich nach ihm, er hätte Frei. Keiner der Ärzte wollte mit mir über den Eingriff sprechen. Ich äußerte den Wunsch in ein anderen Krankenhaus verlegt zu werden und der Ärzte sagt ich solle mich da selbst drum kümmern. Nachdem ich feststellte das ich mich garnicht selbst verlegen kann, sprach ich den Arzt wieder darauf an. Er meinte sie müssten mich jetzt sofort wieder punktieren und eine Pumpe anschließen. Diesesmal wurde ich narkotisiert, als ich aufwachte hatte ich einen "Beutel". Ich fragte wieder wegen der Verlegung, der Ärzte sagt mit dem Beutel könnte ich nicht verlegt werden. Ich war wirklich verzweifelt, mein Vertrauen war verloren. Ich sprech mit der Schwester, diese meinte ich solle nicht aufhören zu fragen, mit dem Beutel kann ich verlegt werden.

Ein paar Tage später wurde ich in das Partnerkrankenhaus verlegt, dort wurde ich an der Lunge operiert. Insgesamt dauerte diese Martyrium 4 Wochen. Ich hatte lange mit diesem traumatischen Erfahrungen zu kämpfen und durch die ganzen verschiedenen antibiosen ein Reizdarmsyndron. Zudem bin ich jetzt unfruchtbar. Das ist nur ein kleiner Einblick.

Habt ihr ähnliche Erfahrungen gemacht ?

So, about a year ago, I went to the hospital after an overdose, and there are some things that happened during my visit that have been bothering me ever since. I wanted to talk about it and see what y’all think.
I had taken two bottles of pills that were completely unused. One was for sleep, and the other was for anxiety. I started throwing up blood, so my mom called 911. We live right next to the fire hall, so the ambulance got there pretty quickly.
I don’t remember the first ambulance ride or much of what happened at the first hospital. I know they made me change clothes, and they gave me some black stuff, although I don’t remember what it was. I remember during the second ambulance ride to another hospital, one of the paramedics cut the front of my gown. I’m sure there was a medical reason for it, but I obviously don’t remember why.
When I got to the next hospital, because of all the black stuff on me and the gown being cut, they had me change again. This is where things started getting really weird. They changed me this time I didn’t get to change myself.
They changed me in a room with guys in it. I remember looking over and seeing one of them staring at the cuts on my thighs with his eyes wide. I was thinking, “Uhm, hello? Get out.” I didn’t have a bra or anything on, so he could definitely see my body. I understand that there may have been a medical reason for everything happening so quickly, but I still felt extremely uncomfortable and exposed. Like what about my privacy? Then I had an issue with the sitter who was watching me. I asked to go to the bathroom, and she said I could. Normally, the other sitters would follow me and sit near the door with it cracked or turn around. This sitter, however, sat directly in front of the toilet with her arms crossed, facing me.
I asked her if she could turn around, and she said no. I told her that all the other sitters had done something different, and she just said, “I do things differently.”
Like… okay? 😭
What made it even more confusing was that she had been sitting on her phone for most of the time and wasn’t really watching me, but the second I needed to use the bathroom, suddenly she needed to watch me that closely. I ended up not using the bathroom for the rest of the time she was there because I was so uncomfortable.
Eventually, I was told that I was being sent to a mental hospital. I immediately said no and told them they needed my mom’s permission, knowing she had already promised me that she wouldn’t send me because we had talked about it. Then the girl told me, “Oh, we did get permission.”
I was confused because my mom hadn’t told me anything about that.
At one point, while the sitter was on her phone and not paying attention, I asked my grandfather, who had just arrived, if I could use his phone. They had repeatedly denied letting me use a phone and kept telling me I could make a phone call later, but “later” never seemed to come.
As soon as the sitter noticed that I had the phone, she immediately got up and ran toward me, trying to take it. I panicked, jumped up off the bed, and ended up pulling off all the medical stuff attached to me because I was trying to get away from her. I was running around the room waiting for a message from my mom.
Eventually, I got the message, and my mom told me she hadn’t even talked to them about sending me to a mental hospital. It hadn’t been brought up with her at all.
During the whole situation, a police officer and other hospital staff suddenly came into the room. I don’t even remember exactly why. Then one of the doctors apparently made a complaint about me to the officer.
When my mom finally arrived and the psychiatrist was there, the girl told my mom that the complaint was that I had tried to hit a doctor.
Luckily, my grandfather had been in the room and had witnessed everything. He immediately told my mom what the complaint actually was, so my mom called the girl out for lying. The complaint was that I had made a fist with hand down next to my side btw. Which I have no memory of doing I’ve never done such a thing in my life but I don’t know. Even my grandfather says he didn’t see me do it.
After that, the girl became heated and started threatening my mom with CPS if she didn’t send me to the mental hospital. My mom started crying and kept explaining that this was wrong and that she felt like the decision should be hers. She also explained that they had just called to get me a therapist and that she was already trying to get me help.
Thankfully, I ended up being allowed to leave without being sent to the mental hospital.
But I didn’t leave with everything I came in with.
They had lost my jewelry and clothes.
So, not only was the entire experience extremely uncomfortable and confusing, but they literally lost some of my belongings too. Those necklaces weren’t cheap either. 😭
What a shitty hospital experience. They made me as uncomfortable as possible, and after everything that happened, I’m definitely not going back there again.
I’m honestly so afraid to go back to any hospital now, even a regular clinic. When I get sick, I usually don’t go. I just wait and hope it gets better on its own, or I wait until it gets so bad that I absolutely have to go.
I’m talking about waiting until I’m so sick that I’ve completely lost my voice or the pain becomes unbearable. I’ve even had bronchitis turn into horrible pneumonia because I kept putting off getting medical care.
I know that’s probably not the best thing to do, but after everything that happened during that hospital visit, I genuinely get scared at the thought of going back. It feels like I’d rather suffer at home than risk having another experience like that.

This has been a lifelong question about my life, so I joined Reddit just to ask it! So I broke my shoulder when I was about 6/7…. With no memory of it!!! My dad said I was sleep walking and he saw me and put me on the bunk bed ladder (I slept on the top bunk) and that I fell backwards off the ladder! He said he thought I was faking the sleep walking so he put me on the ladder… Mind you I am not a sleep walker I have never done it in my life. I did not even wake up after allegedly falling off the ladder and breaking my shoulder.

All I remember is waking up tossing and turning in bed later that night as my shoulder was hurting, but fell back asleep. It gets weirder. The next morning when I woke up, I could not even sit up to get out of bed. My dad had to remove the whole railing on the side of the bed. He tried to pick me off the top bunk, but could not do so alone, so he called my uncle and together they lifted me off the top bunk. So if my dad couldn’t get me off the bed alone, then how did I get up there?!? The day went on and my dad did not take me to the hospital, and I was walking around with absolutely no idea that my shoulder was even broken! About a week later, my mom picked me up from school (I did not live with her) and she immediately noticed that my whole arm was blue and took me to the hospital where they said I had a broken shoulder.

I am now 25 and the story has always been fishy to me. I have asked my dad many times throughout my life what happened as it makes no sense to me. He has told me different versions of the story. Last night, we were talking about it and I asked him was I really sleepwalking do you promise? And he said he doesn’t remember exactly what happened. My dad is a good person as far as I know but the story is very concerning to me and he doesn’t like when I bring it up and his answers and reactions to my questions are very suspicious. How does one break a bone and not wake up? Please if anyone has any explanations I would love to hear them, or do you think my dad is telling the truth? It is a big question I would love to know the answer to. Thank you!!

Edit:
It is also the only bone I have ever broken.
I do not think I broke it while awake. I remember mostly everything about my whole life. I remember the whole aftermath of the next morning to my mom’s reaction to seeing my arm to being at the hospital, and all the details. I think I would know I broke a bone if it happened while I was conscious, or at least be in pain. I would know. It must have happened while I was unconscious. I have never taken medications (which could have explained not waking up) and I do not have any medical conditions. Can someone sleep walk just one time and never again? And if not what could have happened. I just do not understand. And may never know which is chilling