e doctor admitted me in the nursing home and administered the pain killer and the drips and lasix again. Lasix is a medicine which increases the outflow of urine. Next day morning, I was taken to the x-ray room in the clinic itself ( Obviously, the doctor had become prosperous ! ) and after allowing me to drink a glass of white colour liquid, a few x-rays were taken. As usual, confusion persisted whether there was a stone! Meantime, my wife had inquired from the reception on the medicThis article, is humourous to read now, but it was not so, when I was in pain. After the surgeon declared that I had a kidney stone and I was to undergo a surgery, I had not alternate opinions to offer. I went to his nursing home next day early morning. The doctor was not present at that time and I was escorted into a room by his attendants. I was lying in the bed, naked below my hip, and the attendants were talking about the expertise the surgeon had, who was capable to operate a patient even in the open area, under a tree shade. I did not want to be one amongst them. After a brief interval, one senior attender came along with a junior doctor. My legs were spread and he forcibly pushed an instrument through my urethra and the shock and pain I had is not describable. Thereafter, the doctor came and after an injection, I was on anethesia and when I regained consciousness, I was in the ward. I was informed that the 'surgery' was complete. I was informed that it was an endoscopic surgery, and the ureter ends were clipped to allow the stone to pass off into the bladder!

I returned back to my nursing home and waited for one more day. No stone had passed out and I was duly discharged the second day, with the advise to check my urine for the stone. The fourth day, when I was passing urine, in my house, I suddenly felt a sudden block in my urethra and with some pressure, the stone came out like a bullet out of a rifle.

I took the stone to the doctor and gave it to him. He said that he would examine the stone to find out the constituents and reasons. Till this day, I have not received any opinions from him, since he is busy with other patients.

My problems did not end there. The very next year, I again had the same problem and by this time, I was an experienced man ; nevertheless I had gone to the same doctor, in the middle of the night , since there was no alternate to subside my pain. Without a second glance, the doctor admitted me in the nursing home and administered the pain killer and the drips and lasix again. Lasix is a medicine which increases the outflow of urine. Next day morning, I was taken to the x-ray room in the clinic itself ( Obviously, the doctor had become prosperous ! ) and after allowing me to drink a glass of white colour liquid, a few x-rays were taken. As usual, confusion persisted whether there was a stone! Meantime, my wife had inquired from the reception on the medic

ient even in the open area, under a tree shade. I did not want to be one amongst them. After a brief interval, one senior attender came along with a junior doctor. My legs were spread and he forcibly pushed an instrument through my urethra and the shock and pain I had is not describable. Thereafter, the doctor came and after an injection, I was on anethesia and when I regained consciousness, I was in the ward. I was informed that the 'surgery' was complete. I was informed that it was an endoscopic surgery, and the ureter ends were clipped to allow the stone to pass off into the bladder!

I returned back to my nursing home and waited for one more day. No stone had passed out and I was duly discharged the second day, with the advise to check my urine for the stone. The fourth day, when I was passing urine, in my house, I suddenly felt a sudden block in my urethra and with some pressure, the stone came out like a bullet out of a rifle.

I took the stone to the doctor and gave it to him. He said that he would examine the stone to find out the constituents and reasons. Till this day, I have not received any opinions from him, since he is busy with other patients.

My problems did not end there. The very next year, I again had the same problem and by this time, I was an experienced man ; nevertheless I had gone to the same doctor, in the middle of the night , since there was no alternate to subside my pain. Without a second glance, the doctor admitted me in the nursing home and administered the pain killer and the drips and lasix again. Lasix is a medicine which increases the outflow of urine. Next day morning, I was taken to the x-ray room in the clinic itself ( Obviously, the doctor had become prosperous ! ) and after allowing me to drink a glass of white colour liquid, a few x-rays were taken. As usual, confusion persisted whether there was a stone! Meantime, my wife had inquired from the reception on the medic

an endoscopic surgery, and the ureter ends were clipped to allow the stone to pass off into the bladder!

I returned back to my nursing home and waited for one more day. No stone had passed out and I was duly discharged the second day, with the advise to check my urine for the stone. The fourth day, when I was passing urine, in my house, I suddenly felt a sudden block in my urethra and with some pressure, the stone came out like a bullet out of a rifle.

I took the stone to the doctor and gave it to him. He said that he would examine the stone to find out the constituents and reasons. Till this day, I have not received any opinions from him, since he is busy with other patients.

My problems did not end there. The very next year, I again had the same problem and by this time, I was an experienced man ; nevertheless I had gone to the same doctor, in the middle of the night , since there was no alternate to subside my pain. Without a second glance, the doctor admitted me in the nursing home and administered the pain killer and the drips and lasix again. Lasix is a medicine which increases the outflow of urine. Next day morning, I was taken to the x-ray room in the clinic itself ( Obviously, the doctor had become prosperous ! ) and after allowing me to drink a glass of white colour liquid, a few x-rays were taken. As usual, confusion persisted whether there was a stone! Meantime, my wife had inquired from the reception on the medic

the doctor and gave it to him. He said that he would examine the stone to find out the constituents and reasons. Till this day, I have not received any opinions from him, since he is busy with other patients.

My problems did not end there. The very next year, I again had the same problem and by this time, I was an experienced man ; nevertheless I had gone to the same doctor, in the middle of the night , since there was no alternate to subside my pain. Without a second glance, the doctor admitted me in the nursing home and administered the pain killer and the drips and lasix again. Lasix is a medicine which increases the outflow of urine. Next day morning, I was taken to the x-ray room in the clinic itself ( Obviously, the doctor had become prosperous ! ) and after allowing me to drink a glass of white colour liquid, a few x-rays were taken. As usual, confusion persisted whether there was a stone! Meantime, my wife had inquired from the reception on the medic

e doctor admitted me in the nursing home and administered the pain killer and the drips and lasix again. Lasix is a medicine which increases the outflow of urine. Next day morning, I was taken to the x-ray room in the clinic itself ( Obviously, the doctor had become prosperous ! ) and after allowing me to drink a glass of white colour liquid, a few x-rays were taken. As usual, confusion persisted whether there was a stone! Meantime, my wife had inquired from the reception on the medical expenditure from the time of joining and was taken aback. Meantime, I felt some uneasiness in my back and my room mate, who ws another patient ,remarked that I had some swelling in the back!

I was really alarmed now. What to do now? At this point of time, one of my friends who visited me in the nursing home suggested that I should have gone to a urologist, instead of a doctor who was an MD. He referred me to an expert urologist, who happened to be the surgeon in Government General Hospital. I had my misgivings about the standards of Government hospital but my friend consoled me saying that the doctor had enough 'experience' in treating similar cases. Now was the time to get discharged from this nursing home! After a discussion with the doctor, he discharged me after I signed a statement that I was getting discharged against medical advice. I straightaway proceeded to the Government General Hospital, for a consultation and admission to cure my medical problem of kidney stone !

What happened in the Government Hospital ? The balance word count in this article is not enough to narrate my never-ending agony of experience in the hands of doctors. This article seems to continue like a TV serial, without end! But, I assure you, that it is worth reading!