From the OR to Prison
On my birthday, my mother-in-law had just been wheeled out of surgery, only to be sent straight back into the ER.
In a video newly posted by an intern, he was shown holding a scalpel and cutting my mother-in-law open, while the lead surgeon, who was my wife, was nowhere in sight.
“Who says interns aren’t qualified to operate? No worries. My Dr. Lover dotes on me.”
Colleagues flooded the comment section, saying the couple was sweet and that they were shipping them.
I forwarded the video straight to the hospital director.
Not long after, my wife called me. Her breath ragged and voice fragmented.
“So I forgot your birthday. Is that reason enough for you to go to the director and accuse me of violating hospital rules?
“I’m so done with your unreasonable behavior! Even if my mother sides with you this time, I’m still getting a divorce…”
She hung up before I could respond.
What she didn’t know was that her mother wouldn’t be taking my side anymore.
Because the patient who went into massive postoperative hemorrhage and died during resuscitation, under the lead of an intern, was her mother.