I don't know what exactly this fits under, but he seemed really incompetent to me, so...yeah. Not necessarily a douche or anything, but...incompetent.
When I was 16, I ended up having surgery scheduled over winter break. It was so I could breathe through my nose [I hadn't been able to since I was 3]. To this end, my ear/nose/throat doc wanted to perform a tonsillectomy/adenoidectomy/septoplasty. Before this could happen, I had to have my blood tested and had a clotting test done [where they would stick my arm and see how long it took to stop bleeding ].
I went to the hospital to get this done about a week before the surgery was supposed to happen. I was hoping to get this woman my dad had had before, who was disappointed when he felt a pinch! Sadly, no. I got this guy.
He fumbled a lot. He actually dropped a lot of stuff on the floor. [Yes, he got new things.] So that didn't exactly boost my confidence. I have a mild phobia of needles, anyway, and I know that it's difficult to get blood out of me because my veins like to hide and roll. [Case in point: the next week when they were putting my IV in, the first time didn't work and they had to call someone else in who was an "expert" at it to put the IV in.]
Anyway. I started feeling not so good. It only got worse when he did the clotting test. My mom said later that I was gray-white. I looked horrible.
And then I fainted.
The nurse didn't notice. My mom had to TELL him, "She fainted!" before he even looked up and noticed I was slumped against the wall, unconscious. He put smelling salts under my nose and that woke me up. FYI, smelling salts are horrible.
Then I ended up being wheeled over one hallway to the ER where they had to try to take my blood again [the nurse there kept apologizing, he knew it hurt like hell...I was holding my mom's hand and I think I almost broke her fingers]. They couldn't really decide what was wrong, but they decided I hadn't eaten/drank enough that day, combined with the fear of needles.
But...is it just me or was that guy really incompetent? I mean...how do you not notice your patient has FAINTED? He honestly didn't. He wasn't monitoring ME at all, just staring at my arm...and I know he needed to do that, as well, but every other time I've gotten my blood drawn, they're making sure I'm ok overall. [Also, I now warn people that I might faint. ]
That was just...I don't mind if someone causes me pain or takes a while, I know I'm difficult to get blood from. But dropping everything and then not noticing I'm unconscious? Yeah, that bugs the hell out of me.
When I was 16, I ended up having surgery scheduled over winter break. It was so I could breathe through my nose [I hadn't been able to since I was 3]. To this end, my ear/nose/throat doc wanted to perform a tonsillectomy/adenoidectomy/septoplasty. Before this could happen, I had to have my blood tested and had a clotting test done [where they would stick my arm and see how long it took to stop bleeding ].
I went to the hospital to get this done about a week before the surgery was supposed to happen. I was hoping to get this woman my dad had had before, who was disappointed when he felt a pinch! Sadly, no. I got this guy.
He fumbled a lot. He actually dropped a lot of stuff on the floor. [Yes, he got new things.] So that didn't exactly boost my confidence. I have a mild phobia of needles, anyway, and I know that it's difficult to get blood out of me because my veins like to hide and roll. [Case in point: the next week when they were putting my IV in, the first time didn't work and they had to call someone else in who was an "expert" at it to put the IV in.]
Anyway. I started feeling not so good. It only got worse when he did the clotting test. My mom said later that I was gray-white. I looked horrible.
And then I fainted.
The nurse didn't notice. My mom had to TELL him, "She fainted!" before he even looked up and noticed I was slumped against the wall, unconscious. He put smelling salts under my nose and that woke me up. FYI, smelling salts are horrible.
Then I ended up being wheeled over one hallway to the ER where they had to try to take my blood again [the nurse there kept apologizing, he knew it hurt like hell...I was holding my mom's hand and I think I almost broke her fingers]. They couldn't really decide what was wrong, but they decided I hadn't eaten/drank enough that day, combined with the fear of needles.
But...is it just me or was that guy really incompetent? I mean...how do you not notice your patient has FAINTED? He honestly didn't. He wasn't monitoring ME at all, just staring at my arm...and I know he needed to do that, as well, but every other time I've gotten my blood drawn, they're making sure I'm ok overall. [Also, I now warn people that I might faint. ]
That was just...I don't mind if someone causes me pain or takes a while, I know I'm difficult to get blood from. But dropping everything and then not noticing I'm unconscious? Yeah, that bugs the hell out of me.
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