>I wandered outside the boundaries of telemetry. They lost my heartbeat. When I returned, they scolded me.
The audacity of health care industry workers (those who should know what a certain disease entails) who place blame on their patients for acting normally is infuriating.
I had kidney stones once at a young age. I remember barely walking into the emergency room one night after they became too painful.
As soon as I arrived, white as a sheet of paper, they asked me a few questions... doped me up on morphine... and managed to "lose" me on a gurney in a hallway somewhere for a few hours until my girlfriend at the time came and found me.
They took xrays I believe and I was free to go with some more painkillers in hand.
Apparently the hospital told me that I was supposed to call them by X date if I wanted any more painkillers.
I called them back about a week after that date had passed, asked for a refill, and was scolded like I was some drug addict just looking for a fix. I think they even hung up on me. How could I be so stupid as to have forgotten a date they told me when I was high as a kite by their own doing? Right.
I ended up passing them without any painkillers which as many of you have probably heard is unbelievably painful.
I understand that it can get monotonous working in a hospital, but with the amount of money they're paid to work there you would hope that they would be required to operate with a little compassion. Considering the fact that many people in a hospital are leaving this world.
What if the author's last memory was that of a person she didn't know berating her for something she wasn't sure she even did?
The audacity of health care industry workers (those who should know what a certain disease entails) who place blame on their patients for acting normally is infuriating.
I had kidney stones once at a young age. I remember barely walking into the emergency room one night after they became too painful.
As soon as I arrived, white as a sheet of paper, they asked me a few questions... doped me up on morphine... and managed to "lose" me on a gurney in a hallway somewhere for a few hours until my girlfriend at the time came and found me.
They took xrays I believe and I was free to go with some more painkillers in hand.
Apparently the hospital told me that I was supposed to call them by X date if I wanted any more painkillers.
I called them back about a week after that date had passed, asked for a refill, and was scolded like I was some drug addict just looking for a fix. I think they even hung up on me. How could I be so stupid as to have forgotten a date they told me when I was high as a kite by their own doing? Right.
I ended up passing them without any painkillers which as many of you have probably heard is unbelievably painful.
I understand that it can get monotonous working in a hospital, but with the amount of money they're paid to work there you would hope that they would be required to operate with a little compassion. Considering the fact that many people in a hospital are leaving this world.
What if the author's last memory was that of a person she didn't know berating her for something she wasn't sure she even did?