Post by david on Dec 9, 2006 23:24:04 GMT -8
Hospitals are wonderful for caring for your body. In caring for your privacy? Not so good,
I recently spent 3 days in the hospital, and my privacy was attacked from the very first minute. I was shoved into a tiny cubicle and told to take off all my clothes and put on a skimpy gown. "It ties in the back," the nurse said. Unfortunately, I was there for shoulder therapy, and there was no way I was going to be able to tie that gown in back.
I made the mistake of taking off my upper clothes first and putting on the gown, which I couldn't tie. So when it came time to remove my shoes and socks in that tiny space, every time I leaned down the gown came off and I had to stand up again. They may have wondered what took me so long - or maybe not, because when I opened the curtains the nurse rushed up to fasten my gown.
Then I was put on my back on a gurney. Rosie was delightful. She talked constantly while she scrubbed my shoulder with some orange soap. Of course she had to pull down the gown to do that. When I was all cleaned up and informed as to all the pertinent hospital gossip, I was wheeled down the Hall to the ER. Just as I exited the pre-op area, a nurse rushed up to cover my bare shoulder.
Surgery I don't remember. Post-surgery was full of temperature taking, blood pressure checks and questions about my use of the facilities. I had been told not to eat or drink anything after midnight the night before. The surgery was at noon, so I hadn't consumed anything for 12 hours. What did I need the facilities for?
At one point some nurse I had never seen came in and pulled down my gown and started bathing my upper body. She didn't ask. Then she swooped my gown up and started in on my lower half. No privacy there.
Constantly there were questions about my bathroom activities and my food intake. The first night they served me pork chops'. How do you eat pork chops with one hand? Even after 18 hours I wasn't interested in food. Water was nice, though.
I was quite certain I had disappointed my nurses because I hadn't performed in the bathroom as well as they wished. When my lay nurse wheeled me down to the lobby to put me in the car, I told her I had taken another pass at the bathroom.
"Did you poop? Because you know, we like poop."
I recently spent 3 days in the hospital, and my privacy was attacked from the very first minute. I was shoved into a tiny cubicle and told to take off all my clothes and put on a skimpy gown. "It ties in the back," the nurse said. Unfortunately, I was there for shoulder therapy, and there was no way I was going to be able to tie that gown in back.
I made the mistake of taking off my upper clothes first and putting on the gown, which I couldn't tie. So when it came time to remove my shoes and socks in that tiny space, every time I leaned down the gown came off and I had to stand up again. They may have wondered what took me so long - or maybe not, because when I opened the curtains the nurse rushed up to fasten my gown.
Then I was put on my back on a gurney. Rosie was delightful. She talked constantly while she scrubbed my shoulder with some orange soap. Of course she had to pull down the gown to do that. When I was all cleaned up and informed as to all the pertinent hospital gossip, I was wheeled down the Hall to the ER. Just as I exited the pre-op area, a nurse rushed up to cover my bare shoulder.
Surgery I don't remember. Post-surgery was full of temperature taking, blood pressure checks and questions about my use of the facilities. I had been told not to eat or drink anything after midnight the night before. The surgery was at noon, so I hadn't consumed anything for 12 hours. What did I need the facilities for?
At one point some nurse I had never seen came in and pulled down my gown and started bathing my upper body. She didn't ask. Then she swooped my gown up and started in on my lower half. No privacy there.
Constantly there were questions about my bathroom activities and my food intake. The first night they served me pork chops'. How do you eat pork chops with one hand? Even after 18 hours I wasn't interested in food. Water was nice, though.
I was quite certain I had disappointed my nurses because I hadn't performed in the bathroom as well as they wished. When my lay nurse wheeled me down to the lobby to put me in the car, I told her I had taken another pass at the bathroom.
"Did you poop? Because you know, we like poop."
