Horror and Thriller Fiction posted May 11, 2024


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What are they REALLY doing while you're under?

Surgical Woes

by Monica Chaddick


    The doctor examined the pictures of my insides with an extremely thoughtful look on his face.  He creased his forehead and stroked his chin, cocking his head in different directions every couple of minutes.  I was sitting uncomfortably, with his ass practically in my face.  After being ignored for approximately ten minutes, I cleared my throat a bit more loudly than was necessary.
 
    At the moment I made the noise, the startled doctor jumped as if I had just given him a shot in the keister that he wasn't expecting.  I honestly wondered if he had forgotten momentarily that I was even in the room.
 
    “Well, you've definitely got a hernia there, and it needs to be repaired sooner rather than later.”
 
    “Can it wait?”  I replied, “and if so, for how long?”
 
    “Well, I mean, it can wait, but I wouldn't recommend waiting for too long.”
 
    I decided I might as well get it over with, and we got the surgery scheduled.  When I went in for my pre-op with the doctor, I felt that some of the questions he was asking were a bit unnecessary, as well as inappropriate, but I answered anyway.  He asked things like how many siblings I have living, how far away they live, how close we are, the same about kids and grandkids, he asked if I tended to have a lot of company or was I more of a loner.  He wanted to know how I get my groceries.  All sorts of questions like those.  I was concerned that, because it didn't seem I would have adequate help, he might postpone or even cancel the surgery.  However, this is not what happened.  Instead, he seemed even more eager to get me scheduled.  He even insisted that I go that day to the hospital to pre-register.
 
    On the day of the surgery, I felt a bit apprehensive, but I figured that was more just nerves than premonition, so I ignored the feeling.  I wish I hadn't.
 
    The first inkling that things weren't right was the fact that the surgery took twice as long as it should have.  Once I came out of the surgery, I was given so much pain medication that I couldn't wake up and I almost stopped breathing!  They kept me overnight.
 
    Once home, I began having all sorts of odd pains and problems.  I made numerous trips to the hospital.  They kept moving me from room to room.  I wasn't allowed anything to eat or drink.  Periodically, a nurse or some other employee would enter my room.  They rarely spoke to me.  They would always move my bed tray just out of my reach.  Sometimes, that is literally all they came in my room and did.  Random people began showing up.  They would say what part of the hospital they worked for, do “therapy” or “exercises” with me for a little while (with no food, water, or pain medication), then leave.  At times, I would ask about certain ones, and I was always told that no one by that name worked in that department, or even worse, that no one from that department had been there to see me.
 
    Finally, the doctor decided that I needed to undergo another surgery, as I must have a blockage.  After that surgery, I was so bad off that I was put in the ICU.  I woke up to see my family outside of my room, but I couldn't get their attention.  They left without coming in my room.
 
    They moved me again, and it took my family two days to find me.  Now I was being told that the mesh had been put in backwards (the doctor that did it told me this himself, claiming “sometimes it happens”).  

    Home again ~ finally.  I had to change the bandage on my incision.  There was a disgusting, oozing mess of thick, yellow pus coming from my incision!  On lightly pressing my stomach, more pus, accompanied by blood, gushed out of the wound.
 
    Back to the doctor.  He steps out of the room to get more gauze, and I decide to take the opportunity to read my chart.  
 
    “WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?”, I screamed ~ but only in my head.  
 
    According to my chart, I was being used as an experiment!  I knew my best bet was to clear out of that exam room and office immediately.  I quickly gathered my bag and jacket and headed for the door.
 
    Just as I was reaching for the door handle, it turned.  Before I knew what was happening, I was staring into the face of the doctor that was experimenting on me.  
 
    “I, um, have to go.  I had a...an...um...emergency phone call on my cell phone,” I stammered, terrified.  
    “What's the emergency?,” asked the doctor with a smirk.  He could see the chart that I had thrown carelessly on the exam table.
 
    I tried to push past him, but he was too much taller and too much younger than I was.  As I struggled with him, I glimpsed his nurse walk up behind him.  I just had time to register the needle in her hand before I felt it stick my arm.  I was out before I hit the floor.
 
    I woke up strapped to a gurney.  I immediately felt searing pain in my abdomen.  I lifted my head slowly, and saw that my stomach was cut open.  Just then, the doctor and some of his staff walked in.
 
    “Ah, I see you are awake.  That's good.  We will give you something for the pain.”
 
    He nodded and one of the nurses injected “loopy juice” into an iv in my arm.  He then continued to talk to me in that whispery voice that people seem to think is supposed to calm you down.
 
    “We will be putting you under in a moment, but I want to explain what I'm doing first.  I will be doing some experimental procedures with one of your kidneys today.  Also, I may be removing the other to test out a theory that I have.”
 
    As I began to drift away for what turned out to be the final time, I noticed the other corpses that were all in a pile in a corner, their purposes having been served.  



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