Hospitalization
I have now been in hospital for a month or more and I don't like it!!
This is a ward for the demented and dying...into which category do I fit?
I spent Christmas here. Not that I have ever had any affection for Christmas but to spend it in hospital more or less a prisoner within its walls is another thing.
The old woman probably of Arab origin constantly yelling "Allah"... someone's name or a plea to the prophet to take her from this ignomy??
In one ward I have been in, the poor old demented man screamed to "mummy", a never coming "Lachlan", "nurse" and and even more pitiful "Help me!" Over and over and over.
Currenly the man in the bed next door, unseen but grossly overweight, groans and wails at full volume and requires 6 nurses to move him for whatever reason. Not the most joyful of sounds The old woman two beds up, cries and groans pitifully for whatever reason. I am powerless as are the nurses.
My life consists of waiting for morning or evening pills, sparse visits from any doctor (the one who counts who won't believe that he has chosen the wrong medication that I am allergic to so the rest are really irrelevant), meals, bed making, and the taking of vital statistics.
At Home:
Things got worse and now are ever so slightly better. I had apparently developed "bed sores" ...a pseudonym for ulcers...during the operation. No one would pay any attention to them, talk of them as I would...neither doctors nor nurses. Nurses simply put on elaborate type of bandaid!!! Same as with the allergy thing. Just didn't want to know about things.
One doctor, a peon of a neurologist whom my GP admitted to me (she even named him before I told her, so bad is his reputation with her) that she would NEVER recommend anyone to him...anyway, his registrar, probably rueing the fact that he was on at Christmas and no one else was...said to me"Where on earth would I get a dermatoligst at this time of the year?"
Well, I ask you. No one presecribed ointment... nothing. I resorted to begging ice from nursing staff, usually in the depth of the night, to relieve the abominable itch. I was swollen up like a pumpkin and red rash convered my entire body. I am just sloughing, like a snake, now some weeks after it all.
Anyway, I lucklily found a GP who was a Godsend. Thank God my ususal GP was away on holidays! She is the most caring person I have ever met in the medical profession...ever!!! Blue Care now come to dress the wretched things. GP says they will be with me tilll March!!! I ask you!! But at least I can now sit on my derriere without too much pain.
I have just realized that you must be wondering what on earth I was doing in hospital in the first place.
1. Failed ablution (heart rhythm all out of synch!)
2. Admitted to hospital after pesenting myself at the emergency ward..." feeling sick"
3. Told of headaches...which I really did choose to ignore.
4. Had a seizue in the middle of the night!!! The worst experience of my life. I was sometimes conscious, sometimes not!! But was unfortunately conscious for some of the time when I had a cateta inserted!!! Not nice. Lost power of speech throughout the whole thing.
5. As on blood thinners for heart, waited for 3 days until specialist decided imperative to operate on meningioma...a thing on the brain!
6. Cardioversion to restore normal heart rhythm..Sucess!!
7. Benign...but the damned thing can regrow and I was severely allergic to the medication I was put on for anti seizure!!
8. Gradually regained power of speech. Thank God!
9. Readmitted to hospital supposedly for control of allergy but as no doctors available I just suffered!!! and suffered for 10 days!!!
10. Home to take piles and piles of pills!! Brain just didn't function for a long while (operations and drugs!!) and I have my doubts about things operating up to scratch even now!!
Now you are up to date...not as though anyone reads this stuff!! Still no energy. constant visites to doctors, specialists and what have you.
11. Can't drive for 3 months after brain surgery!!! Dependant on friends and bus service now I have little more get up and go.
This is a ward for the demented and dying...into which category do I fit?
I spent Christmas here. Not that I have ever had any affection for Christmas but to spend it in hospital more or less a prisoner within its walls is another thing.
The old woman probably of Arab origin constantly yelling "Allah"... someone's name or a plea to the prophet to take her from this ignomy??
In one ward I have been in, the poor old demented man screamed to "mummy", a never coming "Lachlan", "nurse" and and even more pitiful "Help me!" Over and over and over.
Currenly the man in the bed next door, unseen but grossly overweight, groans and wails at full volume and requires 6 nurses to move him for whatever reason. Not the most joyful of sounds The old woman two beds up, cries and groans pitifully for whatever reason. I am powerless as are the nurses.
My life consists of waiting for morning or evening pills, sparse visits from any doctor (the one who counts who won't believe that he has chosen the wrong medication that I am allergic to so the rest are really irrelevant), meals, bed making, and the taking of vital statistics.
At Home:
Things got worse and now are ever so slightly better. I had apparently developed "bed sores" ...a pseudonym for ulcers...during the operation. No one would pay any attention to them, talk of them as I would...neither doctors nor nurses. Nurses simply put on elaborate type of bandaid!!! Same as with the allergy thing. Just didn't want to know about things.
One doctor, a peon of a neurologist whom my GP admitted to me (she even named him before I told her, so bad is his reputation with her) that she would NEVER recommend anyone to him...anyway, his registrar, probably rueing the fact that he was on at Christmas and no one else was...said to me"Where on earth would I get a dermatoligst at this time of the year?"
Well, I ask you. No one presecribed ointment... nothing. I resorted to begging ice from nursing staff, usually in the depth of the night, to relieve the abominable itch. I was swollen up like a pumpkin and red rash convered my entire body. I am just sloughing, like a snake, now some weeks after it all.
Anyway, I lucklily found a GP who was a Godsend. Thank God my ususal GP was away on holidays! She is the most caring person I have ever met in the medical profession...ever!!! Blue Care now come to dress the wretched things. GP says they will be with me tilll March!!! I ask you!! But at least I can now sit on my derriere without too much pain.
I have just realized that you must be wondering what on earth I was doing in hospital in the first place.
1. Failed ablution (heart rhythm all out of synch!)
2. Admitted to hospital after pesenting myself at the emergency ward..." feeling sick"
3. Told of headaches...which I really did choose to ignore.
4. Had a seizue in the middle of the night!!! The worst experience of my life. I was sometimes conscious, sometimes not!! But was unfortunately conscious for some of the time when I had a cateta inserted!!! Not nice. Lost power of speech throughout the whole thing.
5. As on blood thinners for heart, waited for 3 days until specialist decided imperative to operate on meningioma...a thing on the brain!
6. Cardioversion to restore normal heart rhythm..Sucess!!
7. Benign...but the damned thing can regrow and I was severely allergic to the medication I was put on for anti seizure!!
8. Gradually regained power of speech. Thank God!
9. Readmitted to hospital supposedly for control of allergy but as no doctors available I just suffered!!! and suffered for 10 days!!!
10. Home to take piles and piles of pills!! Brain just didn't function for a long while (operations and drugs!!) and I have my doubts about things operating up to scratch even now!!
Now you are up to date...not as though anyone reads this stuff!! Still no energy. constant visites to doctors, specialists and what have you.
11. Can't drive for 3 months after brain surgery!!! Dependant on friends and bus service now I have little more get up and go.
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