1/5 sander424 9 months ago on Google • 60 reviews
In
the
past
(about
15-16
years
ago)
I
had
an
operation
here
as
a
child
on
my
ankle
ligaments
(shortened).
First
I
woke
up
during
the
operation,
after
which
they
quickly
gave
me
extra
anesthesia.
After
this
I
woke
up
in
the
plaster
room.
My
toes
had
to
move
further
towards
my
knee,
but
my
joints
cannot
do
this
because
I
used
to
always
walk
on
my
toes
and
therefore
my
ankle
bone
quickly
touches
my
shin
bone.
A
person
leaned
against
it
with
their
full
weight
and
pushed
so
that
they
could
properly
put
the
plaster
around
it,
until
a
loud
crack
was
heard.
One
person
said
to
the
other
"there's
a
plaster
around
it,
he
won't
notice"
and
I
lost
consciousness
due
to
the
pain
of
continuing
to
push.
Then
I
woke
up
in
the
day-care
unit.
I
felt
like
shit,
was
in
a
lot
of
pain
and
was
constantly
vomiting
and
spitting
up
bile.
After
a
few
hours
we
were
kindly
but
urgently
asked
to
leave
the
hospital
because
the
day
unit
was
closing.
So
I
had
to
be
loaded
into
the
car
by
my
parents
with
a
bowl
under
my
chin,
vomiting
in
the
wheelchair.
Never
received
an
apology
for
these
tortures.
This
was
a
very
traumatic
experience,
never
again
for
me.
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