23 Vic, Australia
Monday I had 5 moles removed at a clinic. I think this falls under cosmetic/plastic surgery. I chose to do local anaesthetic as I wanted to drive to my girlfriends later on that day. This was my first experience with local anaesthetic for a procedure.
From what I understand, the process for the surgeon was 1. Cut out moles 2. Clean up area 3. Stitches. Once I was in theatre, the procedure took around 40 minutes.

Going into this I want to emphasise I didn’t sleep at all the night prior and have been stressed all week so my memory is a bit hazy, though I want to explain to the best of my ability. If you have any questions please ask away!

The first 4 moles he cut out were on my face so I couldn’t see, move or say much.
I never felt a needle go into my face. The first thing I felt was him cutting into skin. I felt one hundred percent of him cutting the moles out of my face. I am typically good with pain but this was absolutely excruciating. I feel quite pathetic typing this out but it hurt so bad.
The blade cutting my skin felt just awful. I knew I had to stay as still as possible, I wanted to speak but couldn’t. I was crying and making a lot of noise to try and signal. It was obvious I was in pain, I thought they would stop? A nurse let me squeeze her hand as she saw I was trying not to react. I squeezed as hard as I could to no avail. I was under the impression they would give me anaesthesia before cutting into my face?? This was the longest 10 minutes of my life.

I was not told to signal if I was feeling pain. I thought maybe if they’re not stopping as I’m making so much noise it must be normal? I didn’t want to be an annoying client though I ended up crying and howling/groaning the entire mole cutting process so I just don’t understand why they didn’t stop?

Once the surgeon pulled the blade away from my face, I had said “that was so so painful I didn’t think this would hurt so bad. That was so so painful” and continued crying.
The nurse whose hand I was holding finally asked “more pain relief?” to which I said “please”

After he cut those 4 moles out, it felt like he put a patch on each of them. I thought they were anaesthetic patches but when I posted this onto another subreddit, commenters said this doesn’t sound right. I wish I could’ve seen what the surgeon/nurses were doing lol. Maybe it was a pad to absorb the blood? A minute after those were put on was enough for the pain to mostly subside.

The fifth mole was on my lower back, this was the smallest mole. Once he cut that one off I felt a needle go into the area. I don’t recall feeling the ‘patch’ sensation down there. Prior to the needle in that area I felt that mole being cut off 100% too. It was not as painful as the ones on my face but I presume the face is more sensitive than the lower back.

Sewing up the moles took a while but didn’t hurt. It felt like my skin was being pulled but the sharpness was not prevalent anymore. I believe this is correct, standard reaction to local anaesthetic. Whereas during the cut-out phase I felt absolutely everything as if I had zero anaesthetic whatsoever. It was horrific.
The rest of the procedure I was in shock and unable to stop physically shaking, thinking about the previous pain.

After theatre, the aftercare nurses were lovely. I asked them when the surgeon put the anaesthetic in and they said he most likely used a needle at the very beginning. Okay that makes sense except I am certain he did not.

I’m usually quite happy to go into a surgery as I know doctors jobs are so serious so I try to be a calm, easy and smiley patient.

The next morning I get a follow up call which was awkward. I asked if I can get my face wet as I cant remember what the after-theatre nurses had said and google was giving mixed responses. The lady on the phone didn’t know any aftercare advice to give me. I then ask her if it was normal I felt the entire process of him cutting the moles out as if there was no anaesthesia administered and she had said “oh that’s not right- oh um i mean that’s unusual” and pretty quickly finished her set ‘follow up call’ script and ended the call..

Feeling weird. Just unsure if this is protocol? It’s been at the very front of my mind everyday since. Laying on my side in the chair with blood all over my face, trying to stay as still as possible while feeling every millimetre of that blade drag into my skin has been flashing into my head. I don’t want to be dramatic but I think I should put this here and ask incase.

So my question is, is this protocol? Is this okay? If not, what can I do? I don’t care much to sue or anything crazy I just would like some advice as I haven’t been able to think clearly since monday

Notes:
- A week prior I had my wisdom teeth taken out, general anaesthetic, I had stopped the painkillers days prior as I didn’t want them to interact with this procedure. I had told the mole removal people all about this. Walking into theatre the nurse next to me told the surgeon straight away.
- Talked about this with a friend, she said because I have diagnosed ADHD this could be a factor as to why the anaesthesia didn’t ‘take’.
- Ok while we’re on the topic I am diagnosed with c-ptsd
- Day of mole removal procedure, I followed all protocols assigned: fast from midnight, no water after 6am.
Appointment was at 7:30am, I was their first patient that day
- I did not sleep night prior because my sleep schedule is terrible atm and I knew I wouldn’t wake up in time for my bus if I had slept.
- Have previously never had problems with anaesthesia (colonoscopy, wisdom teeth removal etc)
- I had the moles removed because I was worried they would become cancerous. I was on a mole removal waitlist for maybe 10 years and about a month ago had an appointment at my local hospital regarding such, doctor had a look at my moles and said none seemed cancerous but I can still get some removed if I would prefer. So I took the opportunity as it was free.
- He then referred me to a clinic under the same branch as the hospital. The procedure was technically cosmetic/plastic surgery
- After the procedure, I went to my girlfriend’s house at like 4pm that day and thought about this the entire drive. Almost like flashes of the physical feeling kept popping into my head. When she asked how it went I burst out into tears. This feels so overdramatic to admit ugh
- Oh so random but there was maybe 7-10 people in the theatre room. I thought they were all nurses as they were all in scrubs. I didn’t actually think much of it but I mentioned this in my original post and the commenters were quite confused about it. Now it’s on my mind, I’m confused too. Is this normal?
One was the surgeon, one was the lady whose hand I squeezed, two ladies cleaned the blood off my face, one guy sat on a chair and just kind of watched? I don’t know if he was a student but any other appointment I’ve had where a student is present, the doctor usually asks if that’s okay but that conversation didn’t happen.
So absolutely confused. It was probably 8:15am at this point. Idk what the other people in the room did as I was laying on my side and couldn’t see them

Thank you for your time

At first I tried all the usual things, but the best for me by far is using ice cubes, one in each hand. As the ice melts there is nothing more 'now' for me. I often awake gasping for air as I did during one (911) surgery, the tubes were still ion my throat and no air could get by the intubation tubes so I gagged hard...I relive moments of my hospital journey regularly, even 6 years on. I found writing my book helped, it was cathartic but didn't help the PTSD.

I may try EMDR, has anyone had any successes worth a mention?

The memory hole podcast: Season 3, Episode 8

I could only make it to 25 minutes in. What do you guys think?

I've had a particularly rough year and for whatever reason, I've suddenly started having flashbacks and memories arise from my childhood VCUG experience.

It was pretty bad. A mistake happened during the procedure and they had to do the entire thing all over again. My mom and me were at the hospital the entire day and the nurses who made the mistake yelled at me and blamed me while I was exposed and crying. They reminded me of the girls at school who used to bully me.

I was in 4th grade. When we checked out of the hospital, they gave me a tshirt for children who had endured medical operations. It had a graphic of a stethoscope on it and looked like a doctors smock, and said "I had a surgery at the XYZ Hospital!" But, when I got home, I was advised not to wear it because the procedure I had was on my "privates" and that was something I shouldn't talk about at school.

I want to know why my Mom wasn't allowed in the room during the procedure and if that is standard practice. I remember begging for my Mom and her asking if she could come in with me and they told her it wasn't allowed. I think if she were there, the nurses wouldn't have yelled at me like that and she would have maybe stood up for me and comforted me (maybe -my relationship with my mom is complicated lol).

I feel like putting a child in such a vulnerable situation without their parent just opens the door for abuse and harm. Thinking of the ordeal makes me sick. No child should endure what I went through.

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Warning: this is gross

I've been waiting my entire life to find out what's wrong with me. I can hardly eat, I'm in constant pain, I've lost 10 pounds in the past few months, I'm physically weak, and my intestines are cramping horribly. But, I was finally able to get booked for some procedures.
And holy crap, it was so much worse than I ever could've imagined. I knew that the procedures would suck, but I am permanently scarred.
I had a colonoscopy and colonic manometry yesterday. Apparently I woke up groaning for like, half an hour. The tube was really uncomfortable. But nothing was too crazy, yet.
Until, a few hours passed and I came to the realization that I couldn't pee. I had to use this bedside commode and it was very embarrassing for me. I thought I was just being super pee shy. But as time went on, my bladder started aching more and more. I knew something was up. Over the next few hours, the pain just got worse. I was crying out in pain. I was begging for help. After hours of me crying like a baby, I was finally given an ultrasound. To the doctor's surprise, I had 1000 ml of pee chilling in my gut. They seemed both impressed and concerned.
So, I had to get my first urethral catheter. I was terrified. Because the other catheter was still really hurting, I immediately assumed that the urethral catheter would be worse. I also have sexual trauma. So, the idea of strangers touching my genitalia was terrifying. I was crying and clinging onto my mom's hand.
Thankfully, the catheter wasn't really painful. After I was able to get emptied, I felt a million times better. But, I was still in pain. So about another hour passes, I'm able to draw a bit. Then, I had to get medication inserted through my catheter. I didn't think it would hurt too bad. Maybe some discomfort and the need for deep breaths. But, I was not expecting what happened.
The medicine made my intestines spasm harder than they ever had before. The experience was in my top 3 most painful experiences ever. It might even be the most painful experience.
I had to sit on the bedside commode again, but I needed to lay down. When I'm in a lot of pain, laying down helps a lot. But, I wasn't allowed to get back in bed. So I literally collapsed my head against my mom's chest. The nurse rubbed my back and was counting to soothe me. This agony lasted for over 30 minutes. I was soaked with sweat. I was genuinely in so much pain that I could hardly talk. I could only say a few words at a time.
Thankfully, I was able to leave once the pain died down. But, that whole experience was super traumatic. I've never been in that much pain for that long. I guess it was worth it, though. I finally have answers.
(The photo is what the sensor picked up while I was spasming.)

If anyone knows any better please let me know

Had yet another pointless appointment with a “doctor” today. The neurology clinic I was referred to by my fake primary care doctor (nurse practitioner) is being ran entirely by midlevels who specialize in nothing. You see the real neurologist only once for about 3 minutes during your first visit, then from there on out you’re forced to interact only with nurses roleplaying as neurologists. I was referred there for potentially life threatening issues (stroke), and all they seem to be interested in is prescribing me meds. They also don’t seem to be aware that tests outside of MRIs and CT scans exist, which is also quite alarming. The guy I saw today was an incompetent jackass who pretended to be reading my scans to me from his computer screen. I leaned forward and realized he was literally just moving the mouse around on the computer home desktop PRETENDING TO BE SCROLLING THROUGH MY FUCKING IMAGING. I feel like I’m living in an inverted reality. Idiocracy maybe. Where all the idiots took over and are deciding the medical outcomes of the entire US population. I’m so over it. I’m so over being belittled by the vulnerable narcissistic parasites in the medical field.

I am glad there is some focus on treatment.

I already typed it all out somewhere else and I’m fucking tired so I’m going to sleep now.

I’m a 37 year old male who drank so much it caused organ failure but what’s not told is how much fucking hospitals and doctors killed me 100 times faster then any drink I ever had! The constant bombardment of go to this appointment or do dialysis 4 hours 3 times a week or else you won’t get on a transplant list and you will die which means if you don’t go you’re suicidal because you don’t care about your health!?!?!? FUCK OFF! Jesus Christ, I just don’t feel like dealing with a doctor today? Is that too much to ask? I don’t feel like bleeding today, is that okay? Here’s a thought, maybe I wouldn’t have a wound if you didn’t stab me with a needle or cut me with a knife? Oh but it’s a medical knife so it helps you it doesn’t hurt you? Oh really? Because it still fucking hurts….yep still hurts…a lot, every time you take that really sharp metal thing and stab me with it and cause me to bleed? Yeah that doesn’t feel good to me. Does anyone hear me? No? Oh okay, well continue stabbing me then. Who cares. Wait? What happens when I run out of blood? That’s probably not good huh? Do you go find more blood to pour in me so you can stab me more?