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This is regarding a nurse I had while in the hospital, so I suppose it could be a sighting. It's pretty burned into my memory.
A few years ago I was unexpectedly in the hospital. Have never been in the hospital in my life. There were renovations going on, and due to my injury I was put in the cardiac ward. Most of the other patients were elderly, and I think more than a few were confused or had dementia because that gets worse at night and at night the ward sounded like something from a horror movie. Scared the shit out of me! I usually had the same nurses during the day, but at night got different ones. And they sucked.
I woke-up in a lot of pain. A lot. Because I was having a hard time breathing, I was panicking, which made it worse. I hit my buzzer again and again and again. I felt bad about doing it, but I needed pain medication now! I was crying by now and calling for help, because I was afraid of not being able to breath. I'm embarassed to think of how I must have sounded. Finally a grumpy sounding nurse came in and asked what the problem was. I gasped that I needed my meds for the pain, I couldn't breath. She really seemed to take her time looking over all my vitals while I was gasping and crying "could I please have them now!?" (All the other nurses gave them to me right away, it wasn't controlled or for certain times of the day, it was AS NEEDED) She left the room without saying anything and came back a few minutes later with the syringe to put in my IV. And stood there. Looking at me. I just kept saying "Please, please it REALLY hurts." I was still crying. She gave this dramatic sigh and said 'You HAVE to calm down!" I told her I was trying, but I couldn't breath. She just held my syringe there by my IV telling me I wasn't getting it until I got myself under control. I managed to stop crying long enough for her to give it to me. She then gave me some sort of lecture about my behavior and how I was making such a fuss, but the meds were kicking in by then and I fell asleep.
I probably should have said something to someone about that, but the room was dark and I didn't see her well, and figured nobody would have believed a nurse would act like that. I justified it by telling myself that maybe she'd been run ragged by the elderly patients who were worse-off and that my buzzing had been the last straw or something. I suppose compared to them I didn't look like I had much wrong with me and she assumed I was being dramatic.
This is regarding a nurse I had while in the hospital, so I suppose it could be a sighting. It's pretty burned into my memory.
A few years ago I was unexpectedly in the hospital. Have never been in the hospital in my life. There were renovations going on, and due to my injury I was put in the cardiac ward. Most of the other patients were elderly, and I think more than a few were confused or had dementia because that gets worse at night and at night the ward sounded like something from a horror movie. Scared the shit out of me! I usually had the same nurses during the day, but at night got different ones. And they sucked.
I woke-up in a lot of pain. A lot. Because I was having a hard time breathing, I was panicking, which made it worse. I hit my buzzer again and again and again. I felt bad about doing it, but I needed pain medication now! I was crying by now and calling for help, because I was afraid of not being able to breath. I'm embarassed to think of how I must have sounded. Finally a grumpy sounding nurse came in and asked what the problem was. I gasped that I needed my meds for the pain, I couldn't breath. She really seemed to take her time looking over all my vitals while I was gasping and crying "could I please have them now!?" (All the other nurses gave them to me right away, it wasn't controlled or for certain times of the day, it was AS NEEDED) She left the room without saying anything and came back a few minutes later with the syringe to put in my IV. And stood there. Looking at me. I just kept saying "Please, please it REALLY hurts." I was still crying. She gave this dramatic sigh and said 'You HAVE to calm down!" I told her I was trying, but I couldn't breath. She just held my syringe there by my IV telling me I wasn't getting it until I got myself under control. I managed to stop crying long enough for her to give it to me. She then gave me some sort of lecture about my behavior and how I was making such a fuss, but the meds were kicking in by then and I fell asleep.
I probably should have said something to someone about that, but the room was dark and I didn't see her well, and figured nobody would have believed a nurse would act like that. I justified it by telling myself that maybe she'd been run ragged by the elderly patients who were worse-off and that my buzzing had been the last straw or something. I suppose compared to them I didn't look like I had much wrong with me and she assumed I was being dramatic.
This would be one of those last ones. My aunt has told me that night nurses usually take the job for one of two reasons. 1- they really REALLY need the paycheque, and 2- they figure night wards are easy, everybody's sleeping, and maybe they can get some reading/knitting/surfing/sleeping done. The ones who need the paycheque are usually pretty good. The second group? Tend to resent any intrusion on their reading/knitting/surfing/sleeping time.
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