Doctors Gave Me All The Blood Types at Once | Blood Transfusion

Hello! My name’s Ann. Many people distrust my story. For some it seems strange. For others - even scary. But one thing’s for sure: it hasn’t ever happened to anyone else. Today, everyone examines me. And they even call me “a unique case in medical practice”. But honestly, I’m rather «a unique mistake» in the medical practice. About a year ago, I got to the hospital. As usual, we had a sports lesson on Tuesday. On that day, we passed the running standards: everyone had to run a mile. The grade depended on the total time. And then, you’ll get the total year grade. But I didn’t bother much: I always ran well. I even took part in competitions many times. So, I just did the warm-up and got ready to run. We were given a start. And at first, everything went well. But in a minute, it became difficult for me to breathe. I slowed down and suddenly felt weak all over my body. And I fell down right on the track and passed out. I opened my eyes already in the hospital room. Mom was in tears and the doctors were standing by the bed. They saw I woke up and rushed to me. The doctor smiled and said everything would be all right, but I would have to spend some time there. I listened to him and fell asleep again. In short, I had to spend another ten days in the hospital. At first, I felt really good: I just lay and ate fruit. Anyway, it was the paradise for me. But then, my vacation started turning into a real sick leave. I suddenly got worse. One day, in the morning, some stupid weakness fell upon me. I couldn’t even get out of bed. Such a helplessness terribly scared me. But the doctor said it was okay for such a state. Damn it! Only then did I realise they didn’t explain to me why I ended up here. I asked the doctor about the diagnosis, but he quickly looked away. He mumbled something about low hemoglobin and left me at once. I would have annoyed the doctors with questions further, but I felt worse. Now, everything was blurry before my eyes. Anyway, it was terrible. And when I got up, my mom scared me as if I had seen a ghost. I went to the mirror, hardly saw myself and I was horrified: my face was almost white. I quickly got back to bed and decided not to break the bed rest rules. Almost a week passed. And we still didn’t know what the reason of the disease was. I was lying in bed all day long. I just couldn’t get up. And this would have continued, if one day, my medical record hadn’t fallen into my hands by accident. Usually, I didn’t even open it. What was there to read? What vaccinations did I get at four? Or how long did my chickenpox last? But here, the strange silence of the doctors and my weekly inactivity played their part. I started to go through my medical card from the very beginning with curiosity. Good that on that day, I didn’t see the objects double. I saw the things quite normally. Because what I read turned everything upside down in my head. On one of the pages, there was a strange entry - something about blood types. Not at once, but I sorted out the sweeping medical handwriting and I was freaked out. The entries indicated the numbers of all the four existing groups. "So what? All four types - in my body?” I laughed to myself. If I knew that below, I would read exactly what I was laughing at just a second ago! What did they mean? It was impossible! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Judging by what was written, all the four groups were poured into my body by mistake during the recent surgery on removing my appendix. But they decided not to tell me about this. We all were sure the operation would go well. It's just an appendix - some kind of a boring stuff. Such people do a hundred of them during the day only in our city. No one could even think such a trifling surgery would lead to this. Soon, mom got back to the room. I showed her the medical card. She flicked through it and shook her head, not believing her eyes. She read it again and froze. Anyway, we were both shocked. Only now, it dawned on us why the doctors didn’t say what caused my state. They were just afraid to do it. After all, I became a medical mistake! Yeah, and what a kind of a mistake I was! Well, it all sounded like a complete nonsense. How can you say this to the patient?