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Petites Wizard

and finally they killed my mother

Sir, I am Akram Sidiqui Khrew of Kashmir. I am a professional chemist working in SMEs hospital where my mother is fell to junk type of treatment is deceased and infront of me while I was looking for help in total confusion. I've put together the whole story, event by event and date by date. it will most kind sir, if some place is speared for this write-up so I could vent my feelings smouldring while inhuman face of most respected professionals revealed. thankinh you sincerely yours Mr. Akram Sidiqui

…… And eventually they killed my mother.

Akram Sidiqui

Name of deceased Khatija Age 55 R / O ADM Khrew Date 05/11/2007 Date of Death 7/11/1907 MRD No 485349

Death is no doubt inevitable, but there is a gap between the death of a person who gives his mind after a hard but sincere efforts ie both medical ethics, which are printed employed for his or her recovery from the disease ends in fiasco, and the kind of death that a person is forced into a hospital, not by an apathetic or indifferent approach on part of employees, but by medical negligence and pure evil practices on part of the so-called messiahs total acting recklessly and in complete perversion. Let us hypothetically go into Hades and ask all those souls in the air disappeared at a hospital for the past five decades that what were the circumstances that beaten down in their death? I'm sure more than 90% of them would vote on the debt in a medical negligence and gross negligence by doctors. There is no denying, medical negligence in any form, without a shred of doubt should be seen as "relentless efforts" of a physician through the eyes of an ordinary one. while as those who also feel a little fishy about the treatment that the rub their minds the next day enshrouding the dead body along with all the bruises of the monstrous medical blunders inflicted upon the soul of the deceased under the dark depths of the earth. But deceiving the person or put him in the dark over such rough negligence, the bird of the same feather, speaks volumes about the myopia of the gross honored killers. The soul wrenching event that I am going to tell part of the trail of the death of my beloved mother, who left for heavenly abode on November 7, 2007 in surgical intensive care of Sher-i-Kashmir Institute of Medical Sciences (God may her soul rest in peace). The sequence of events went something like this. My beloved mother, who had diabetes second type, complained of chest pain of low intensity home october2007 31. The next day I removed her shave where I posted my own. If the pain was less common and more specific chest, I thought no more negotiations seeking consultation of medicine magicians in the room No. 129 of medical OPD. Although I could not understand the nature of the pain, but I had my mind to go for basic research, such as ECG and chest X-ray to exclude from the precipitating cause or causes pain. Unfortunately, one of the great names of the medicine department, which was available for consultation has been handled all wrong and its misguided me to the limit. No doubt, he mulled wine for more than twenty minutes to determine the source of pain, but to quickly jump to the conclusion that it was diabetic neuropathy responsible for spelling these periods of persistent pain. He rebuffed questioning , when I paused and asked him if my mother should any investigation in this context. Back home the mild chest pain, continued without interruption or change to a few more days. The accident would have such an agreement with Bigwig set me adrift, and even made me a bit reckless on the scale of the problem was clandestinely preying on the life of my dear mother. The attacks of pain became unbearable in the night intervening April and November 5, with the result that I and my brother ran her shave Causality for doing away with all fears and achieving a number of fast treatment. It is here where the floodgates opened for the prosecution of my entire family. One of the PG students the medical side, while dealing with her was also diabetic neuropathy as the central cause for the continued chest pain. But my timely intervention on some baseline investigations such as ECG and chest X-ray an extra boost to his already rolling on the same thoughts and he very hurriedly asked for these two studies are made, together with some blood samples analyzed for electrolyte profile. Reports of these studies contradicted all
any claims of diabetic neuropathy, such as ECG was clearly thinking of marked changes in cardiac function. The unexpected results shocked the doctor present at my mother back to his senses and for the confirmation of the changes indicated by ECG with some substantial evidence he asked for Trop-T kit (kit for detecting the presence of troponin in the blood). This study tested positive so strongly convergent all preliminary diagnosis and any ideas to a point that violations of the posterior wall of the heart has already taken place. The gloomy situation forced the doctor immediately referred admit that under its banner in cardiology causality. Despite the fact that the nature of weakness of my mother deserves prompt attention to a part of the cardiology wizards, no longer arrived than two hours after her admission. It was around 5:15 p.m., a worthless senior resident of that department appeared on the scene and took all necessary documents with him and returned after half hours long with a dictate of some advisor regarding the future course of treatment. It is appropriate here to mention, given the serious situation of each patient shaving accident in Almighty Allah will quickly fall to listen to his misery in the district involved than a consultant who considers himself as the demigod of that era and thinks teetotalerian that it is beyond his dignity to go in the causality when his or her services could save the life of a poor soul caught at the crossroads of life and death. Yes, sir, and early nod of the head is all these people to listen to when a subordinate of any problem confronting them, while dealing with a serious patient. But when it comes to conferences and sharing dining tables with medical wizards from out of state, never turn their tongues and their jaws never potty while arrogant about their skills and twittering about their business. Any means, the wizard … oops the consultant, despite the fact that all indicators point to massive breach advised his stooge back to my mother on some anti-platelet drugs and a immediate dose of low molecular weight heparin 0.6 barely lending no credence to the suggestions of the consultants of a second unit, who was adamant to complete thrombolising The patient with streptokinase 1.5 lac units. Ironically, Division of Cardiology shaves largely politicized. It's almost become an arena for the two head Picador cardiology units and renowned for their less professional, but more political bullfight. While many admitted their desperate day by day to be the fodder is regardless of their condition and status of health. Units is one of the same department has no right to intervene in the affairs versa the second unit and vice, whatever happens, even if a poor soul withered by inches on a bed for good care. My mother like many other patients fell into this mess pattern of treatment. Even though studies such as baseline renal function test, liver function tests and electrolyte balance profile beyond the normal limits except for the blood sugar that I got done in a doctor's advice an accident at the hands of a nurse. Blood sugar elevation recorded more than the total coverage of Gulcometer were once ignored by the senior resident on call in cardiology side, while serum potassium levels, which are little more than six knee jerked him to the current, he advised 300 ml 10% dextrose were given to the patient together with ten units of insulin to combat the increased serum potassium. By the time drugs were administered to my mother to make small changes to her chest pain and she felt a little she shifted her comfortable bed cardiology ward at twelve, but not the availability of oxygen source through the bed and keeping her under observation, she was moved to medical intensive care unit. In medical ICCU, my mother got on the bed without support and spoke with one and all We have even ordered eloquent goodbye to some of my friends who stayed back in the hospital to help me. Most unfortunate situation was caused by the infusion of 10% dextrose in medical ICCU. Despite being well informed about the significantly increased blood glucose level, senior resident on call for cardiology side did not bother to an SOS call to send endocrinology for their suggestions in this regard, but blindly asked the nurse to the patient on 10% dextrose. At 21:30, she was again in need, while half hours later she was sweating heavily. I went twice to the counter to the doctor to see but he was afraid something Fri casually about the nature of his duty and vulnerability of the gang of the patients lie on beds at his mercy. Around 10:30, my mother's condition drastically deteriorated, her blood pressure was receding path and she was sinking into the depths of no return. I am really fanatically sought the doctor again, but all in vain as they descended In a hyper osmolytic coma. By the time I could go to the sister service call, I saw doctor sahib entering the district, I barked for help. Instead of quick help my dying mother, He was watching her drift into helplessness as a bull that is pulling the cart and is persistent throughout the day to refute the cud. Willy-nilly, he walked into the adjoining room and returned with a petite lady doctor. Hats off to her heart in the effort, they in no time my intubated patient in the bed and pulled SICCU respiration, but not before sever insult to the brains was done following the approach of slowing the attending physician MICCU. No doubt, a bunch of doctors after relentless efforts succeeded in her death introducing tons of vasoconstrictors in her veins, but the huge gap of about thirty minutes between collapse and threw her resuscitation efforts for all those winds. It is here on his place to mention the other day, a non-resident physician Kashmir, while achieving a patient SICCU in the neck of time saved her from wilting as my mother using a number of new techniques of resuscitation. Anyway, life support machines kept my mother alive until the next morning. On November 6 doctors attending on my mom First send an SOS call for endocrinology set to score with increased blood glucose levels. But no case of the department until dusk, while on the other situation My mother remained unchanged. At5.30pm a senior resident of endocrinology descended into the district with a glucometer, he asked me for cross checking of blood glucose using his ministry and my personal glucometer glucometer. It was amazing to observe both the glucose meters blood sugar reported out of their reach because both the screen image trademark "HI" to them. Said doctor advised insulin infusion should be administered to the patient with a physiological saline solution at a rate of 4pcs per hour and at the same time asked me to monitor the levels bihourly. The first three lectures in a period of six hours came to Mark "HI", and after eight hours while first glucometer 562/dl displayed on the screen. I kept informing the endocrinologist said by telephone on glucose levels but each time he asked to continue the insulin infusion. On November 7 at 20:30 200/dl blood sugar levels came close to but my mom grossly deteriorated with the result all the life supporting drugs like norepinephrine, dobutamine and is started which appears meaningless. Blood pressure was shrinking by the minute and all hope of seeing my mother alive for me were fizzling. On-duty doctor from SICCU tried his utmost to dead angle to prevent it was 22:30. By that time the meandering lines on the monitor were straightening, leaving an obvious missive that my mother has lost her fight for life. Smoldering crying and I stood beside her body to several men in blue wrapped in a blanket and handed one of the janitors to me her death certificate.

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