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MyGodWearsAHoodie
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« Reply #5 on: February 26, 2024, 11:30:08 pm » |
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You are correct that different units have different quaiity of personnel.
I actually had four different experences:
First the ER.
It was absolutely horrible. 12 Hours in the hallway, with no TV or anything else to distract me fron the pain or trama. Due to the stress of being hit by a car I was extremely thristy. It was almost impossible to get a glass of water and when I did it was only about 2 oz at a time. The ER was absolutely freezing the workers that were running around wore multiple layers of fleese yet getting a warm blanket was almost impossible. Promises to get back to me in a few minutes were never honored. It took 45 minutes to get someone to bring me a plastic urinal to pee in. She then hung it on the side of my bed about a foot away from where I could reach. It took 20 minutes and 10 people were too busy to spend 5 seconds to hand it to me even though they were literally doing absoluletly nothing. It was not particularly busy, More empty beds than filled ones, I was in the hallway because I had a low risk of crashing, only people at high risk of needing the crash cart get rooms. There were more than enough rooms for nobody to be in the hallway.
Second was the recovery in the hospital. That was 5 days.
That was pretty decent. But constantly ran into the issue of people placing things outside the area I could reach. Me calling them needing multiple things, they running away before getting to the second item and then them getting mad because i was hitting the bell too often. It was way harder than I thought it should be for me to get hand sanatizer to use at meal time. Keep in mind I was stuck in bed peeing in a plastic bottle.
Third was the discharge unit I only spent about 8 hours there but it was horrible.
In particular the 30 minutes I was hitting the call button to get someone to help me to the toilet and the 45 minitues I spent lying in my own shit, because they hadn't helped me to the toilet. After an hour of my call button being ignored -- 30 min before shitting and 30 mins of lying in my own shit I used the phone to call the main desk to complain that I needed assistance. Rather than anyone appoliges or show empathy for what happened, I was told they were busy and I was scolded for calling the switch board.
Fourth is a rehab/nursing home. 1st floor where I am is short term; upstairs is long term.
I came here becuase I can;t go home unless I can climb a flight of stairs. I am much healther than the majority of the people here. This is where I got to sit in the day room and actually watch CNAs ignore call lights while goofing off. Where I had CNAs and nurse complain to me that my roommate hits the call button too often. Not only is that unprofessional but also my roommate had a stroke is totally dependant on their assistance, my empathy is with him not them. This is where a CNA referred to me as "a fucking Jewish bastard" to another pacient and my complaint was dismissed as unfounded. This is where I dropped my toothbrush on the floor and a nurse picked it up and handed it back to me to wash off rather than offer me a new toothbrush. Getting my pain meds has been a constant struggle.
As for the actual accident, I was crossing the street in the cross walk when I got clipped by a car breaking my left leg. Fortutally for me I did not fall and remained upright and managed to hop to the side of the road and fall on the grass, if I had fallen were I was hit, the next car through the intersection would have killed me. NOBODY stopped. I took my phone out of my pocket and called 911. While I was on the phone with 911 a women walking her dog saw me and stayed with me until the police arrived. Amazingly my only injury was the broken leg. Was surreal watching the news story of the hit and run on TV from my hospital bed.
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