During the 1995 car accident that I wrote about previously, I required a surgical repair to my left elbow which had an unexpected outcome … While I am truly thankful to have had the medical staff with their expertise available to operate on my arm as it was, I can’t help but ask if this repair to my arm was standard practice? … And, if it is standard practice. I then have to ask, “Would any surgeon, or any other medical professional be content living with pins in their arm that are literally cutting their way through the flesh from the inside out?”
The 22nd of May 1995, I was a 22 year old divorcee raising my eldest son as a single mother, Rhys being 2½ at the time of this car accident … A fatal car accident that would be my second within just under 5½ years and an accident that would have life long consequences for all involved.
As children we are often taught that doctors are people we should trust unquestionably … However, that all changes when you have been involuntarily placed in an Accident Insurance Scheme like Work Cover. A system where legitimately injured patients are branded malingerers, liars and a money hungry compensation frauds, learning the harsh realities of how destructive Medical & Legal “Professionals” are in having their own purposes met at the expense of the injured party … It is life changing lesson in understanding “Trust and respect are to be earnt by doctors, never given freely based on their title or position alone!”
Tuesday the 13th of March 1990. I was a carefree 17 year old teenager who in recent months had started my first full time job in the bakehouse of one of Australia’s largest supermarket chains … What I never anticipated that morning as I left for work was that by the end of the day my dream of becoming a baker would be torn away. Even more so, I was completely unaware of the lifelong journey I was about to begin.
It is my belief, through experience, that the medical system in Australia is broken, specifically South Australia in this case … As a result, the most vulnerable in our community, along with their loved ones, are paying the high price with their lives.
This is the summary of my 30 year journey through that system and the reason I am now breaking my silence to tell my story.