A Dose Too Fast

A Dose Too Fast

Sep 6 , 2025. By Kidist Yidnekachew ( Kidist Yidnekachew is interested in art, human nature and behaviour. She has studied psychology, journalism and communications and can be reached at (kaymina21@gmail.com) )

Stories of medical malpractice are unsettling, but they become harrowing when lived personally. What began for me as a trivial blister soon escalated into a bacterial infection. In a quest for convenience, I chose a nearby clinic, unaware that this decision would become one of the most frightening episodes of my life. The ordeal left me shaken, questioning the reliability of healthcare providers.

Stories of medical malpractice are unsettling, but they become harrowing when lived personally. What began for me as a trivial blister soon escalated into a bacterial infection. In a quest for convenience, I chose a nearby clinic, unaware that this decision would become one of the most frightening episodes of my life. The ordeal left me shaken, questioning the reliability of healthcare providers.

Home remedies failed, and the worsening infection required urgent medical attention. I lacked the time to select a dermatologist carefully and settled for the available option. Following an examination, the doctor prescribed antibiotic pills and two days of intravenous vancomycin at a 1000 mg dose. At that point, I trusted their judgement, not realising the dangers that lay ahead.

On the first day of treatment, I attended the clinic alone, as I usually preferred to manage my medical matters independently. The sight of the syringe unsettled me, yet the nurse reassured me after confirming I had eaten. She proceeded swiftly, advising me to speak up if I felt discomfort. The injection was over in seconds, leaving me unaware of the grave mistake unfolding.

Moments later, dizziness overwhelmed me, my heart raced, and nausea forced me to vomit before I fainted. I awoke weak and unable to stand, while the nurse calmly insisted this was a normal reaction. The doctor and staff looked unsettled, though their composure returned quickly. Despite recovering enough to walk, I left with a deep sense of vulnerability and unease.

The doctor allowed me to delay the second dose to see how I recovered. At home, I conducted a more thorough search on vancomycin. To my horror, I learned it should be administered slowly via IV bag or catheter, at no more than 10 mg per minute. My 1000 mg dose should have taken over an hour, yet it had been delivered in under a minute, a practice linked to cardiac arrest and organ failure.

The doctor had never asked about my medical history, such as kidney conditions or hearing issues, both relevant to vancomycin. Later discussions with healthcare professionals confirmed my fears: the nurse, and perhaps even the doctor, lacked knowledge of the correct procedure. Believing my terrifying reaction was normal, she would likely repeat the same mistake with future patients.

The thought of dying alone in that clinic haunted me. Families often learn too late that loved ones succumbed to errors that could have been avoided. Stories of public figures who entered hospitals for routine procedures but never returned suddenly felt disturbingly close to reality. My experience placed me in their position, and it was sobering.

When I confided in a friend who had worked at the Food and Drug Administration, she admitted witnessing similar malpractice. Initially, she urged me to sue, but later doubted its effectiveness, citing the ease with which such cases are silenced. My only wish was for the clinic to acknowledge its error to prevent another patient from enduring the same ordeal. After several days, the doctor apologised over the phone, though whether lessons were learned remains uncertain.

Healthcare professionals must constantly refresh their knowledge and never assume patient ignorance. In today's world, patients may arrive well-informed, and medical negligence can have devastating consequences. Trust cannot excuse a lack of competence, especially in administering widely used drugs with clear protocols.

Discussing the matter with Gemini gave me perspective. I admitted feeling guilty about considering a complaint since the infection had been correctly diagnosed. Gemini replied with a striking analogy: if a contractor builds a beautiful house with faulty wiring that later burns down, accountability remains necessary. The diagnosis alone does not absolve unsafe practice.

A doctor friend added further clarity, pointing out that cellulitis is a straightforward diagnosis. The real issue was the improper administration of a standard drug, a basic task every nurse should master. This failure exposed a deeper weakness within the healthcare system, one that endangers lives daily.

The experience reshaped my approach to healthcare. I will always seek second opinions and conduct proper research before beginning treatment. Convenience will never again outweigh the importance of expertise. Most importantly, I will never attend medical appointments alone, even for minor concerns. Vulnerability taught me hard lessons, but it also instilled a stronger resolve to protect my well-being.

PUBLISHED ON Sep 06,2025 [ VOL 26 , NO 1323]