I'm a living example of non-death mistakes. It took 5 doctors 4 weeks to diagnose a perforated appendix, and that after I told the first two I thought my appendix was the problem. In short, they stumbled all over themselves thinking it was PID, hepatitis A, a lower GI problem, and I don't remember what all else. What brought it to an end was that I finally had enough of their nonsense and pitched a minor bitch at the GP. I was sent to a surgeon the next day who managed to conclude I needed an appendectomy. You'd think that would be the end of my story, but no, because that surgeon screwed up and so a month later I had to undergo a second surgery. My extremely good health is probably the only thing that saved me from the ineptitude of all those physicians.

A few months later one of the gals who worked for me became ill and her doctors were about to do to her what mine did to me, but she told them what I'd been through and, thank goodness, they actually listened, so it only took her a few days to have an appendectomy.