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"OMG! It's The Bride Of Dracula!" "Settle Down, It's Just The Phlebotomist!"
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"OMG! It's The Bride Of Dracula!" "Settle Down, It's Just The Phlebotomist!" Well guy's, I've been away for awhile, most of it due to work, never ending, and a lot due to a emergency surgery which came completely out of left field, which I suppose I should have seen coming as that's where I play most of the time anyway, which has left me weak with 32 staples in me,, no muscle mass to speak of and stomach muscles which are pretty much worthless right now. So your asking yourself, "How's he writing this?, with all the pain and weakness it's pretty easy with "MR. Pain Killer"! Which brings me to the topic of today which is health care and hospitals, and our fine men and women who work at these faculties. Now really I don't have very many negative things to say as they all did their job keeping me alive and on the mend, but I have a few questions and queries. Who is the complete idiot who said that the hospital is the best place to get rest? Why in the hell do the nurse's sneak up on you in the middle of the night and scare the holy crap out of you when your sound asleep? Why do the people who take your blood look like those you see on Walking Dead and why do they get such joy out of finding a vein to drain? Did I really need ALL of those tests or for that matter the cornucopia of IV bags that I went through in the 11 day's I was there? I'm guessing that the answers to these questions are pretty easy but I have my own warped view as you should know by now. You know, I was in surgery for 6 hrs, which of course I have no recollection of, to repair some internal problems and it seemed that I hadn't really even come out of the anesthetic when it began, the poking, prodding, the sticking and of course the non-stop "Gotta take your blood pressure, oxygen level, temperature, and blood sugar" which seemed to be on a every half hour schedule, so when I would finally drift off to sleep it seemed that I would open my eyes to somebody standing there ready to do something to me! Now I know that there is protocol which is followed after a major surgery, but even with me floating in the morphine clouds I could still feel their presence. After awhile and I was able to sit up and that is when I took my defensive posture and slept sitting up, ever vigilant waiting for that inevitable person to walk through the door. It wasn't until I came home and a few day's later and realizing that no one was coming to bother me was the night that I actually slept without the help of A LOT OF MORPHINE! I still can't sleep for more than a few hours at a time and I really hope that changes here real soon!!!! Hospital conditioning, a catheter, and a lot of pain also contributes I'm sure! I do have to give it up though to those people who take your blood for the mysterious blood tests that you never hear the results to! Hmmmmm! They're pretty damn good at what they do I have to admit, but why do they all look like the Bride of Dracula or part of his un-dead army? I swear! and there was no Morphine involved! And they only came at night which I always found kind of odd and said things like "hear to take your blood", like they were there to sit and chat or something as it was 3:00 in the fking morning when any normal person would be asleep! But at least they were quick about it and I could go back to sleep just long enough for, You guessed it, "Here to take your vital signs" I have no feeling in the tips of two of my fingers from all the pricking for sugar tests! Bastards anyway!!! Now I was a really sick puppy and realize that it was going to take a lot of antibiotics, saline solution and what have you to help keep me from getting sicker but, I never knew just how much the liver could withstand all the different things that were going into my body! At one time the IV pole looked like some kind of weird Christmas Tree with all the different colored bags full of liquids! It's not a wonder that they put that thing behind the bed so you can't see it as it is really kind of freaky! There was one point that the nurse actually had to combine 4-5 bags on a hook so she could add some more and me laying there wondering to myself what my poor liver was thinking not to mention that I was on a water only diet and I don't mean water to drink but to suck on to keep my mouth moist! I'm still kind of wondering if it's OK but I'm guessing that if it wasn't I wouldn't be here! Test after test, doing this and that, and all the while seeing the doctor for all of about 2 Min's each day! Man I wish I could get paid like that! There was this one shot that they started to give me which was to help keep me from catching pneumonia, but they always seemed to have to give it to me in the stomach which made me really sick and I kept telling them this and it wasn't until a really nice nurse actually stopped and listened to what I was saying before they started giving me the shot in the arm or leg, which wasn't all the time. My point being that towards the end of my stay and they wanted me to start eating solid foods, they always brought me food along with that fking shot which of course made me sick to my stomach and killed what appetite I had which would get me into trouble because I wasn't eating! GO FIGURE! I told them time and time again about the shot but no one seemed to want to listen! The final straw was the day that I decided that I had had enough of the hospital experience and needed to go home and get so rest after they had brought in this beautiful plate of scrambled eggs, french toast, and a piece of ham which I was all ready to see how much I could eat until I felt that queasy feeling in my stomach as the nurse was now giving me that shot into my IV! I was SO PISSED that I told her that I wanted to see whoever was in charge as I was leaving and had enough! Of course the Dr. was trying to calm me down but I was not going to have any of it as I explained what had been happening and that I was cleared by both my doctors to go home and to immediately discharge me to which after humming and hoeing around finally happened , but not till after lunch which again pissed me off as I was kept waiting so they could keep me there and charge me for the full day!!! BASTARDS ANYWAY!!!! I have rambled on and on I know, but my ultimate point is this; While we have some of the best doctors, nurses, hospital's and medicine in the world, we still have failed on the communication, execution, and over all well being of the patient turning what should be the best place to go to rest and recouporate and heal to a how much can we bilk the insurance company, and what I think doesn't seem to matter even though it's my body and I should have a say of how it's being taken care of! Now that might sound harsh, but it is a fact and while I thank all the people who helped me in my time of need and continue to help as I heal the bottom line is this: While I'm not an expert, It is my body and I should have a say in how it is being taken care of and those that are in charge should listen, take notice and when able to do everything in their power to help instead of dictate because once again it is MY BODY AND I ONLY HAVE ONE! RIGHT??? Thanks for listening!!!!!  |
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