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Friday, October 21, 2011

The Hospital Named After My State

Please, to the Hospital named after my Home State. Listen and Read this...

...I will not betray names. This is not my intention, yet I follow up on this for too many obvious reasons. Will do so via telephone as well.

He from Dietary, who had spoken to me out of sorts, came to visit me and made his ammends and shook my hands like a man. His face to my face, and I was glad of this, for the matter is now done and gone.

When I asked for the Nursing Administrator of this hospital named after my home state, I meant just that, not the Wing Supervisor. If I wanted the Evil Witch of the West, I would have summoned her myself. Such a sour grouch and one unworthy of such a position in such a prestigious hospital. If I may, Patchouli gave her head aches. Poor thing and bless her heart. She wore her heart, mind and intentions on her shoulders. So fake is she, to come prepared because I requested an audiance to speak of certain Nursing issues. Her Nursing Staff issues. The Hospital's Nursing issues.

For example, I fell from my bed and no examinations were ever made. No one ever responded to the fall despite being monitored by a video camera. No reports ever made or written. No follow up at all.

To speak of her Nurse who with-held medication from a patient under her care. Me and mine. When I confronted She-Who-With-Held and informed her I remembered her from a previous visit with same issues - she denied it. I guarentee that if my last visit was researched, this nurses name would be on my file - with same issue. I am so positive of this and repeat myself to permit this to really sink in. What was this Nurses agenda? Is it just my curiosity? I think not. Why with hold medications from a patient in need? I had not been denied before this nurse came about and destroyed a regimine established by doctors and nurses who worked diligently to manage my care.

Then this, the final straw that will provide my motivation an added boost to report in spoken word is that, believe it or not, my discharge nurse stunk of cigarette smoke so bad, I could tell she had just returned from a break or her smoke-a-meal.

There is so very much positive to be said and shared about this hospital named after my home state. There are dozens upon dozens of fantastic folk I met here. So many fantastic patient/staff reunions - it was like, "Hey, I remember you"! I can say from my core that for the very most part every person I crossed paths with went above and beyond the call of duty for my health care and I...

...and no, I will not permit a bad apple or two to mess up such a rewarding hospitalization. It just would not be the right thing to do.

There is a post script...

...never argue with the patient. I am the customer in that bed that would've otherwise been vacant.

For now, I have nothing more to say.

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