Friday, June 05, 2009

Day Seven

Get me out of here.

It's hard to separate the days from the events that occur in them. Same bed. Same wall to stare at. Same gowns with their democratic indignity. Same shit food.

On the other hand, the staff is for the most part wonderful. My nurse last night (3-12) would be an exception. It wasn't that he was uncaring, but that he was an airhead. He would set off to get me a med and never return. He came in to review my evening pill fest and started naming off all off these drugs that I didn't recognize saying that we would be starting them tonight then. I asked him if he was looking at the right file on the computer. Opps, wrong guy.

I had to help him with several IV issues as well. It was very strange. Early in the evening, a disruptive patient came in with a security detail and the whole staff was in a tizzy. At the time, I was about seven hours into a twelve hour bag of immunoglobulins which required someone to check my vitals (BP, Temp, Pulse, etc.) every thirty minutes. It didn't look like it was going to work so well. Too many readings were getting skipped, so I started charting them myself on the half hour. Easy to do with these little digital BP units. They are an all-in-one unit and display the data for you.

So, for the next 5 hours, I dutifully took my own vitals and wrote them down in the chart paper left for that purpose. I want a discount on my bill for that.

I am feeling better and the pertenant markers the shamens are watching indicate that I am recovering from my peak of lunacy. They are not ready to let me go just quite yet though. Looks like I am here until Monday at least. And the worst thing about getting better is that I am getting super bored. When I had the good fevers and the morphine pump, life here was good, but now, all I want is to get away and run (well, run isn't very appropriate since I get winded climbing back in bed after taking a leak).

I think I'll start watching prison break movies over the weekend.

3 Comments:

Blogger Kristie said...

You TOTALLY deserve a discount for doing the nurse's job. And thank goodness you were awake to discuss the meds with him; who knows what he'd have given you otherwise!

Monday, huh? That sucks.

10:27 AM, June 05, 2009  
Blogger Linda said...

I am glad you are starting to feel better. Being in the hospital scares me. I think they try to kill you in there.
Wrong meds are scary, the idea you have to do their job is scary.
Be alert and hoping you will be home Monday.
Take care and give them hell!!

4:16 PM, June 05, 2009  
Blogger Cheesy said...

Oh P~~ LOVE the pic!

10:03 PM, June 09, 2009  

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