Sunday, January 30, 2011


Here is part two of the crazy hospital story. So I get the Benadryl and I am getting drowsy and then it is about 10:30. The IV is beeping just about every twenty minutes so I have been trying to walk around as much as possible to avoid staying in the room.

My husband, not the nurse or the assistant nurse, changed my bed linens because they were dirty. She shooed us away, telling us there were too many patients to tend to and she couldn’t help us with the sheets. The woman next to me, when she was coherent, informed me that she had had major abdominal surgery for a blockage and that she had E-coli. Of course, I wanted to stay as far away from that as possible.

So we settle in, hoping to get some rest. Then the nurse comes in to change the other patient’s sheets and to get her out of bed. I have no idea what time it is, only that it is late. The nurse proceeds to turn on the TV. I am agitated and tired but still trying to fall asleep. Then the beeping starts again. Over and over. It keeps going on for two hours every twenty minutes until my husband finally got the nurse and started yelling (which is completely out of character for him).

“When are you going to stop that IV from setting off the alarm? My wife’s recovery is being compromised because she can’t sleep. What are you going to do about it? He was glaring at the nurse.

“There isn’t anything we can do. The IV is in a funny spot on her elbow and we can’t move it because all of her veins are compromised.”

“Well my wife’s care is being compromised because of this. What are you going to do about it?” His face is turning red and he is pacing back and forth in the tiny space as the TV hums in the background. Now I have had it.

“I want you to call my doctor right now. I want to go home.” I blurt out to the nurse almost surprising myself. “I am not going to spend another night here without sleeping.”

She turned around and agreed to call the doctor. I couldn’t really believe that I had put my foot down like that but I was at my wits end. The TV was still on and it was 12:30. As crazy as it seemed, I felt like I was in the twilight zone and the longer I stayed the worse things were going to get.

The nurse finally contacted a resident who released me at 2:00 a.m. An orderly wheeled me to the parking garage where Mike had parked the car. At around 3:00 a.m. we arrived home to my startled parents and children (my mom and dad flew up that morning). I climbed into my bed, glad to be nestled between my own clean sheets. I was glad to be home.

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