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My life is going through some major changes, with some serious additional physical and mental stress. I have had to make two trips to the ER in the last couple weeks. I went on Monday of this week, and it went about as well as could be for an ER, so a good, positive trip. There were even some weirdly entertaining conversations from the patient and her visitors on the other side of the curtain. (I came down with the flu, developed bronchitis, then started developing pneumonia, all within four days time. I'm that good.)
The last trip to the same ER was not so good. The things that didn't go well included:
1. Triage nurse asked lab to bring me a urine catch cup. Never got it.
2. Doctor asked hurse to ask lab to bring me a urine catch cup. Never got it.
3. Because nobody followed through, I ended up getting catheterized instead, although that may have been partially to do with my calling my doctor a "complete jerk."
4. My doctor was a complete jerk.
5. I'm in a bed that is arranged in the room so that my feet, and certain private parts, are in the clear view of the door, and is right by the ambulance entrance to the ER. I asked for a second blanket for a little extra coverage. Never got it.
6. My roommate started retching. Since nobody bothered to hand me a call button, I had to get up and yell for help. The janitor is the only person who responded.
7. We were stuck over shift change, which led to the day shift nurse rushing out without bothering to show the swing shift nurse around. My roommate had her call button on for over five minutes. None of the nurses at the station could be bothered to let our nurse know that the call was for her until my roommate physically got up and went out and yelled.
8. Our doctor was a complete jerk. He seemed to be trying out for Jersey Shore, the Midlife Crisis edition. I kept waiting for him to grab his crotch and scream, "Eat me."
9. My roommate, who was nauseous and in miserable pain, called her fiance and left for the county hospital. Seriously, the county hospital. She did pull her own IV and throw it at the nurses station before she left, so she exited with a certain style.
10. When I finally left, after 6 hours and reading an entire book, I got a call while at the pharmacy to ask me to come back. They had given me my roommate's discharge papers.
Now, I didn't die, leave sicker, or get bad meds, so there were some positives, but since this hospital joined a local medical network, it has jumped in that handbasket to hell.
The last trip to the same ER was not so good. The things that didn't go well included:
1. Triage nurse asked lab to bring me a urine catch cup. Never got it.
2. Doctor asked hurse to ask lab to bring me a urine catch cup. Never got it.
3. Because nobody followed through, I ended up getting catheterized instead, although that may have been partially to do with my calling my doctor a "complete jerk."
4. My doctor was a complete jerk.
5. I'm in a bed that is arranged in the room so that my feet, and certain private parts, are in the clear view of the door, and is right by the ambulance entrance to the ER. I asked for a second blanket for a little extra coverage. Never got it.
6. My roommate started retching. Since nobody bothered to hand me a call button, I had to get up and yell for help. The janitor is the only person who responded.
7. We were stuck over shift change, which led to the day shift nurse rushing out without bothering to show the swing shift nurse around. My roommate had her call button on for over five minutes. None of the nurses at the station could be bothered to let our nurse know that the call was for her until my roommate physically got up and went out and yelled.
8. Our doctor was a complete jerk. He seemed to be trying out for Jersey Shore, the Midlife Crisis edition. I kept waiting for him to grab his crotch and scream, "Eat me."
9. My roommate, who was nauseous and in miserable pain, called her fiance and left for the county hospital. Seriously, the county hospital. She did pull her own IV and throw it at the nurses station before she left, so she exited with a certain style.
10. When I finally left, after 6 hours and reading an entire book, I got a call while at the pharmacy to ask me to come back. They had given me my roommate's discharge papers.
Now, I didn't die, leave sicker, or get bad meds, so there were some positives, but since this hospital joined a local medical network, it has jumped in that handbasket to hell.
Hope you start to feel better soon.
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