....two beds to a room, NO EXCEPTIONS!!
So, I don't think I mentioned this, but my mother had surgery this past Friday, and came home today. It was reconstructive surgery to rebuild what was removed when she had a mastectomy a couple years ago (breast cancer). Something happened yesterday that reminded me of the quote in the title.
For most of her stay at the hospital, she had a Spanish woman as a roommate, who then went home on Tuesday. Wednesday she got a new roommate. Not long after a woman showed up whom my mother described as "haughty." High-heeled winter boots, skinny jeans.....turns out she was her new roommate's daughter.
Well, the first thing the daughter's did - after seeing my mother there - was to turn to the nurse and start bitching.
"I requested a PRIVATE room for my mother!!!" she said in a super-snotty tone.
Um, hello, my mother was RIGHT THERE and heard that. How rude can you possibly be?!
They ended up moving the roommate, though from what I'm told, it was more to spare my mother from having to put up with the rude daughter than to appease the rude daughter.
And as the nurse explained, the rude daughter clearly didn't understand that private hospital rooms are not intended for patient privacy as much as they are to protect the other patients. Such rooms are used first for patients who may be mentally unstable and wouldn't get along with a roommate, or who are ill with a contagious disease.
So, I don't think I mentioned this, but my mother had surgery this past Friday, and came home today. It was reconstructive surgery to rebuild what was removed when she had a mastectomy a couple years ago (breast cancer). Something happened yesterday that reminded me of the quote in the title.
For most of her stay at the hospital, she had a Spanish woman as a roommate, who then went home on Tuesday. Wednesday she got a new roommate. Not long after a woman showed up whom my mother described as "haughty." High-heeled winter boots, skinny jeans.....turns out she was her new roommate's daughter.
Well, the first thing the daughter's did - after seeing my mother there - was to turn to the nurse and start bitching.
"I requested a PRIVATE room for my mother!!!" she said in a super-snotty tone.
Um, hello, my mother was RIGHT THERE and heard that. How rude can you possibly be?!

They ended up moving the roommate, though from what I'm told, it was more to spare my mother from having to put up with the rude daughter than to appease the rude daughter.
And as the nurse explained, the rude daughter clearly didn't understand that private hospital rooms are not intended for patient privacy as much as they are to protect the other patients. Such rooms are used first for patients who may be mentally unstable and wouldn't get along with a roommate, or who are ill with a contagious disease.




). And the nurses said I was the best patient ever. No screaming, cussing, or being plain bitchy cuz I was in labor. Not the nurses fault I got knocked up. But then they needed the room and I got moved to Pediatrics
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