POLITICAL BUREAU - Today we mourn
- my brother died in IMSS Benito
- Criminal Cuauhtémoc Hospital infection
Basañez
By Margarita Jiménez.
almost midnight on Friday concluded the most terrifying 14 days of our lives. My brother died Benito Hospital No. 21 IMSS in Monterrey, Nuevo León, after having suffered burns of first and second degree, in the beginning, did not pose a great danger to his life.
was the glory Saturday afternoon when our ordeal began. Accompanied the plumber to turn on the boiler brand new swimming pool that had just been built and an academy that started swimming as a means to support themselves after being cleared by Continental Tire after more than 35 years of service.
The plumber was sent by the company that sold and installed the boiler which, whenever they went out. Holy Saturday was my brother call and call until the plumber arrived, around 6 pm complete with family. Brought quickly. Entered the engine room accompanied by my brother who just went to see the procedure for much longer battle. He opened all the gas valve and without even waiting to smell something, lit a lighter and became the flamazo. It was a cauldron of 100 horsepower.
Both were on fire. My brother threw a dive into the pool by telling the plumber to do the same, but he turned up the ladder as adults could not swim. My brother was an expert on industrial safety. Paradox, right?
He himself told his son to take them to the emergency room of the IMSS, so I went to the hospital where input Cuauhtemoc gave diagnosis they have already pointed out. The plumber said "yes it is more serious." And things began to deteriorate. For starters, that same night he made the first toilet in full surgical emergency room! without any sepsis we all know that is the area most dirty and decaying in the same hospital.
The next day, Sunday 24, early in the morning I found him in a "private", isolated, with the instruction that, if we care about our sick, I shall not see it. On the glass door, I realized that there was a white door behind which loomed the rust paint. To meet the air coming from chiflonazo, someone filled the space between it and the floor with newspapers that looked dusty.
few hours I was there, where it began to be indignant against the restrictions that we imposed, all the nurses who came to him for healing him or to check their vital signs or sera had connected him did so without any caution. With the same gowns that came out of other rooms that had also attended and performed! patients entered the "private" my brother. Do not put masks, hats and even gloves. Further, in conversing and even laughed.
I saw my brother until the following Monday, after the Director had requested assistance de Comunicación Social, Ulises Tello, para que le mejoraran las condiciones de asepsia porque, le comenté, lo que hacían las enfermeras me preocupaba mucho pues estaba enterada que el principal problema de una persona quemada eran las infecciones. El domingo, solo había alcanzado a verle de la cintura a los pies.
Mi cuñada se quejó de que hasta ese día, todavía no había un médico responsable de él. Resulta que como era Semana Santa muchos doctores andaban de vacaciones y los de la mañana no estaban, así que sólo por las tardes, una cirujano plástico, déspota y prepotente, le dio “un par de vueltas”.
De acuerdo al documento: Manejo del Paciente Quemado, Plan Andaluz of Emergency, we consulted, in the first 24 hours must receive therapy hydrating and oxygenating tank directly on burns every 15 to 30 minutes. But there were no doctors available, statistics from the holiday period increase in emergencies, someone cleared them Easter holiday.
That Monday after the first turn, the surgeon told him that my sister was "preparing for the widow" and her husband, she said, would not pass from one to two days survival. In addition, he said the hospital was infected with a bacteria that "could almost secure", my brother had already acquired their injuries and whether not, would buy when I come back in intensive care, intubation. So easy. For she was already dead. There was hope. And the diagnosis was absolutely correct.
When I arrived, my sister opened the door and said, "Come. Look at your brother "... At first blush, like a crackling oil. His body was the color of pus. Her hair had been burned or even shaved and had oxygen hose, tied to his neck with a band which was also dirty. I do not know if it was stained with the discharge of their burnt but it looked bloody. He also had blisters the size of dwellings a kiwi in her knees. And no man had been cured.
The anguish I pressed his chest. I wanted to release me in tears but then the anger came over me: the "private aseptic" of the Board 21, the second floor there was a fly! I chased up gutted in my own hands. I could disinfected after my brother.
Then my sister told me also, on two occasions he had woken up wanting to scream in pain, hurting his throat because he was intubated. On Sunday, nor had doctors, took 45 minutes to get a doctor to sedate them again, for "authorization required" at least the assistant manager. On Monday there were only raised the same way but for 15 minutes.
Imagine the anguish of his wife and daughter, they knew that if he was sedated so they do not suffer the terrible pain of burns! My niece told me that his dad was shaking all the time, pain and drooling eyes open, until it returned to sedate.
After my speech with Odysseus, he was put into intensive care and began proceedings to transfer him to a hospital with a burn area that eventually was to Monterrey. Before his departure, a white man told my nephew that they were wrong and that burns my brother was not second but third grade but that this information should not leave her family and take care not to transcend the media.
Everyone said it was too risky and most likely will not come alive but my brother was even more stable than when he left the Hospital de Cuauhtemoc. Breathe a sigh of relief. We thought we had already done and we were wrong.
The first thing I said upon arrival, is that he was very serious because he had not been adequately addressed and the first 72 hours of good care, are vital to a burn. In addition, it entered the area of \u200b\u200b"Infectious-contagious" because apparently it was with a hospital infection.
Anyway, my sister and my niece were comfortable. There did not have to go after the nurses were to respond to any alarm. In the room of my brother, who was entirely of glass, there were only 2 patients, each at his feet a nurse, plus fluids and vital signs were governed by remote control by a specialist through a computer.
Indeed, the third level, is another world. Comparative Hospital Cuauhtémoc IMSS is as in the days of The Flintstones. The problem continued infection.
And my brother, thanks to the "initial mismanagement" was like a roller coaster. In the evening gave a report of stability and in the morning and was to death. Only un día logró estar estable, despierto y sin oxígeno y lo primero que dijo fue reclamar la irresponsabilidad del plomero, que murió 10 días después. Mi hermano sólo aguantó 4 días más.
El dolor, se imaginarán, es inmenso. Para acabarla de amolar, como fue un accidente, a mi hermano le hicieron autopsia y nos tardaron 24 horas en entregar el cuerpo. Caer en una sala de urgencias del IMSS aquí, en San Luis Potosí, donde tenemos una de las mejores facultades de medicina es totalmente anacrónico; una paradoja. Mi hermano nunca le hizo daño a nadie. No se lo deseo ni a mis peores enemigos.
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