My Dr's wondered why I refuse to go back into hospitals. Last time I went in, I'd had an IV placed incorrectly, It hurt pretty good, so I pressed the call button for the Nurse...for 7 hours. Meanwhile, the Black Gentleman in the Bed next to me received 3 sponge baths while he was unconscious. Now be advised, his Johnson had to be at least 12 inches long, because they spent considerable time working on it. Must have been plugged up I guess. Finally, I Lowered the rails (I have Seizures and I'm a fall risk,) walked down to the nurses station and raised a little hell. Walked back to my bed, Nursing Supervisor comes in, when I tell her I need the IV Line replaced, She says, "You mean like this?" and yanks the line out, blood everywhere. I say, "Yep just like that, Now, do you know my wife works downstairs in Medical Records? You're finished." She walked out. I'm holding my hand over the artery till the other supervisor comes in and takes care of it. I get hold of my Dr, tell him to get me released, never back in another hospital,,,ever, except to visit my wife. So tell me how great nurses are, I volunteered in 2 hospitals, stories I could tell would turn your stomach. Some great nurses and doctors, some real pieces of work.
Didn't need a ruler, I said "at least". Thing looked like a child's arm. No curtains weren't open, lights were on. Felt like I was watching an episode of "Dear Penthouse." Oddly enough, the Hospital Closed, Re-opened, then closed again. I live in what is Euphamistically called an economically depressed area.
My Dr's wondered why I refuse to go back into hospitals. Last time I went in, I'd had an IV placed incorrectly, It hurt pretty good, so I pressed the call button for the Nurse...for 7 hours. Meanwhile, the Black Gentleman in the Bed next to me received 3 sponge baths while he was unconscious. Now be advised, his Johnson had to be at least 12 inches long, because they spent considerable time working on it. Must have been plugged up I guess. Finally, I Lowered the rails (I have Seizures and I'm a fall risk,) walked down to the nurses station and raised a little hell. Walked back to my bed, Nursing Supervisor comes in, when I tell her I need the IV Line replaced, She says, "You mean like this?" and yanks the line out, blood everywhere. I say, "Yep just like that, Now, do you know my wife works downstairs in Medical Records? You're finished." She walked out. I'm holding my hand over the artery till the other supervisor comes in and takes care of it. I get hold of my Dr, tell him to get me released, never back in another hospital,,,ever, except to visit my wife. So tell me how great nurses are, I volunteered in 2 hospitals, stories I could tell would turn your stomach. Some great nurses and doctors, some real pieces of work.
Looks like you read what you wanted to read. That's not even close to what was written.
Didn't need a ruler, I said "at least". Thing looked like a child's arm. No curtains weren't open, lights were on. Felt like I was watching an episode of "Dear Penthouse." Oddly enough, the Hospital Closed, Re-opened, then closed again. I live in what is Euphamistically called an economically depressed area.