"Hospitals, Nurses, and Frank Rodriquez"
I know we need hospitals, but why do they need to so intrusive? I was in there for about 48 hours and it seemed like a lifetime, or more.
Nurses? Ha, every guy knows what I'm thinking here.
Frank Rodriquez, I'll deal with him in a minute.
Hospitals are SUPPOSED to make you well, but why did I feel more sick when I left?
I was in as a heart patient, and I understand their reasons, but seriously, how much blood do you need from one person? Almost immediately, they pulled 6 or 7 vials of blood from me. This alone made me question their sanity. I asked if they could conduct multiple test on one sample, but they said the system didn't allow that. I'm thinking they need an improved system.
On the second day, they took me to a big room with a 2 million dollar machine sitting in it. They slide me across to the table, and give me a drug to make me woozy. This was the first truly positive thing they had done for me. Hospitals have some TRULY amazing shit they can pump into you. Made me forget all about that asshole Frank Rodriquez, who was in the other bed in my room. At this point, I didn't have a care in the world, which is really good because they were about to cut a hole in me near my groin, and shove a tube up my vein, through my chest and into my heart, and pump some radioactive stuff into me. This sounds far worse then it really is, or at least the aforementioned drugs made it seem that way. They then watch 4 big monitors that show all of my heart, and they can tell how everything is working. They then ship you back to your room where you then have to deal with roommates and nurses.
On the first night, a nurse came to the room multiple times an hour. They have a job to do, and I understand this. What I don't understand is why this nurse felt the need to wake me up at 1:15 am to get my weight. They had weighed me a few hours before and posted it on the board in the room, in plain sight. I pointed to the board and she said it might have changed. For the first time in my life, I told a nurse to please leave, and rolled over for my next nap, which is what you do in the hospital, you don't sleep. You take a series of naps.
Which brings me to Mr. Rodriquez. This loud, obnoxious bore came into my room in the afternoon and preceded to just start flipping the channels on the TV, without saying a word to me. This would have been alright except for the fact I was watching a program at the time. He had several nurses around him because he had just came in, and all he wanted to do was play with the TV. He couldn't even see the TV for the people. I decided to just let him have his way, as it seemed to be more fun anyway. And it was. This guy was a true asshole that only cared about his perceived needs. It was all about him. He talked at the top of his voice, barking out instruction to the nurses, his companion, me, and anyone else he could find. He had them turn the TV away from me so he could see it better, without even asking if it would bother me. While I don't even care, I was just amazed that he didn't even seem to be aware of the people around him. None of this really bothered me much, I'm just mentioning it because of what REALLY, REALLY pissed me off about this guy.
When MY nurse, we had separate ones, came into the room to consult with me, tell me about my meds, shots, or whatever, this asshole would interrupt her and start bitching about something he needed or wanted. He would interrupt her in mid-sentence EVERY time she came in. She would tell him EVERY time when she was finished with me, she would help him. This made no difference to him, he continued talking. This absolutely clueless bastard could not understand it.
All in all, though, they think I'm fine. No further damage to my heart has been detected since my initial heart attacks. I will know more in 2 weeks or so. Frank Rodriquez, I will hope you somehow wake up, but I doubt it. In your 70+ years of living, you haven't learned a thing about caring for other people, and this is sad. I do wish you the best, however.
Nurses? Ha, every guy knows what I'm thinking here.
Frank Rodriquez, I'll deal with him in a minute.
Hospitals are SUPPOSED to make you well, but why did I feel more sick when I left?
I was in as a heart patient, and I understand their reasons, but seriously, how much blood do you need from one person? Almost immediately, they pulled 6 or 7 vials of blood from me. This alone made me question their sanity. I asked if they could conduct multiple test on one sample, but they said the system didn't allow that. I'm thinking they need an improved system.
On the second day, they took me to a big room with a 2 million dollar machine sitting in it. They slide me across to the table, and give me a drug to make me woozy. This was the first truly positive thing they had done for me. Hospitals have some TRULY amazing shit they can pump into you. Made me forget all about that asshole Frank Rodriquez, who was in the other bed in my room. At this point, I didn't have a care in the world, which is really good because they were about to cut a hole in me near my groin, and shove a tube up my vein, through my chest and into my heart, and pump some radioactive stuff into me. This sounds far worse then it really is, or at least the aforementioned drugs made it seem that way. They then watch 4 big monitors that show all of my heart, and they can tell how everything is working. They then ship you back to your room where you then have to deal with roommates and nurses.
On the first night, a nurse came to the room multiple times an hour. They have a job to do, and I understand this. What I don't understand is why this nurse felt the need to wake me up at 1:15 am to get my weight. They had weighed me a few hours before and posted it on the board in the room, in plain sight. I pointed to the board and she said it might have changed. For the first time in my life, I told a nurse to please leave, and rolled over for my next nap, which is what you do in the hospital, you don't sleep. You take a series of naps.
Which brings me to Mr. Rodriquez. This loud, obnoxious bore came into my room in the afternoon and preceded to just start flipping the channels on the TV, without saying a word to me. This would have been alright except for the fact I was watching a program at the time. He had several nurses around him because he had just came in, and all he wanted to do was play with the TV. He couldn't even see the TV for the people. I decided to just let him have his way, as it seemed to be more fun anyway. And it was. This guy was a true asshole that only cared about his perceived needs. It was all about him. He talked at the top of his voice, barking out instruction to the nurses, his companion, me, and anyone else he could find. He had them turn the TV away from me so he could see it better, without even asking if it would bother me. While I don't even care, I was just amazed that he didn't even seem to be aware of the people around him. None of this really bothered me much, I'm just mentioning it because of what REALLY, REALLY pissed me off about this guy.
When MY nurse, we had separate ones, came into the room to consult with me, tell me about my meds, shots, or whatever, this asshole would interrupt her and start bitching about something he needed or wanted. He would interrupt her in mid-sentence EVERY time she came in. She would tell him EVERY time when she was finished with me, she would help him. This made no difference to him, he continued talking. This absolutely clueless bastard could not understand it.
All in all, though, they think I'm fine. No further damage to my heart has been detected since my initial heart attacks. I will know more in 2 weeks or so. Frank Rodriquez, I will hope you somehow wake up, but I doubt it. In your 70+ years of living, you haven't learned a thing about caring for other people, and this is sad. I do wish you the best, however.
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