How much responsibility does one put onto his soul, being inside a surgery room, looking at a sleeping patient with a scalpel in his hand? How does that responsibility alter, when the blood running through his body gets mixed with over 0.8 BAC of alcohol? Vaida became a victim of a drunk on duty doctor, leaving her unable to walk by herself. Another woman from a nearby town Kuršėnai, however, left the clinic with her feet facing forward after the same doctor operated her, also because of the myoma.

It was because of my myoma surgery. Nothing special, but the doctor at that moment was simply drunk. After the operation I started burning and got sent into resuscitation right away. No one knew what was happening to me but it turned out to be a blood infection and staphylococcus. I got sent into the surgery again on the same week. Only this time, they found a tumour in my waist resulted by that drunk.