I am officially fed up and I want to go home. Stop the world, I want to get off.
Woman in the bed opposite has dementia and is constantly shouting gibberish. She wanders about and keeps trying to climb in bed on top of me, walking off with my wheelchair and throwing her beaker (usually full of hot tea) at me. She was trying to throw her plate at me earlier.
They insist on giving anti-biotics at midnight - so much for trying to sleep.
I got treated to a lecture that I should be taking anti-depressants.
I got another lecture because I haven't had any pain killers for 3 days - so much for my right to choose ....... Then because I dared ask for some pain killers, I got a lecture. Heads you lose, tails you don't win - damned if you dom damned if you don't.
Plastics consultant came round this morning, was delighted with the wound, but wanted to keep lying on my side as much as possible as the scar is tender and to minimise the pressure on it. She advised lying with a pillow under my hip, and only sitting in my chair when I need to go to the loo and at meal times. . Nurses come round, pull out the pillow from under my hip and lecture me that I should be out of bed in my chair. Right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing!
Blood pressure is supposed to be done 12 hourly. It was done at 6am, had to torture me 3 times with a cuff that doesn't fit properly before they got a reading that was anything like accurate - one of the readings was 195 / 143, another was 94 / 47, the third was 118 / 75 - all with the same cuff, the same machine and they expect me to beleive that the machines work properly. Then they came at 2pm - told them to go away. They took it again at 6pm, got a stupid reading and tortured me 4 times before they got a reading that THE COMPUTER would accept. They came again at 8pm and again at 9:30, both times I refused point blank, and got told that if I refuse the COMPUTER will insist that it is done every hour. Since when did computers know better than trained staff?
I got told by the nursing staff that my catheter could only be removed at either midnight or 8am - since the doctor had agreed with me that it was not only unnecesary, but an infection risk, I took it out myself!
I am sick of luke warm soup and cream crackers and cheese.
Because they do my I.V. anti-biotics first thing in the morning, I never get to go for a shower until mid-morning and they have run out of clean sheets and pillowcases. I usually end up putting the top sheet on the bottom and covering my legs with a towel until linen is delivered late afternoon.
Never mind, it will not be for ever and if it all works it will be worth it.
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Some days I pray for silence
Some days I pray for soul
Some days I just pray to the god of sex and drums and rock 'n' roll
