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Since I will not be able to protect any of you from this nurse, I guess this is being written down chiefly to help me clear it out of my mind and move on. She was something else...
Surgery was on Thursday morning @ 7:30AM. Surgery nurse could not have been nicer. Great way to get started since I was just a tad apprehensive. (HA!)
By 10:30AM i was in the hospital room with another one of the nicest nurses in the world. She was my main nurse, but there was another one who came in a lot on Friday and Saturday who was also terrific. They acted like their only goal was to help me have the best experience ever. There was also an incredibly friendly LPN on Thursday night and Saturday. They were always refilling my water, asking if I wanted a Sprite, What can I do for you?? kind of questions all the time. And, tho the physical therapists walked me to the bathroom about 4PM the afternoon of surgery, the nurses offered to walk me to the bathroom, but hey, a bedpan is fine and no, I do not mind helping you with a bedpan. Not at all... They had me half convinced they enjoyed the bed pan part. The housekeepers who came in once a day were talkative and friendly and told me all sorts of personal stuff about their lives....which was fine with me...only bits and pieces of it were registering anyway and they were just so cheery and friendly.
BUT, FRIDAY MORNING, VERY EARLY...I MEET MARY.:shk:
Honestly, I did not know how scary she was for the first hour or so. She insisted I get up and walk to the bathroom. I wouldn't do it because the bed pan, as icky as it was, had turned out to be a more fun alternative for me. Plus, I was walking around the halls each day with the physical therapists and it made me very dizzy. She lectured me every time. That night i dropped the morphine pump on the floor and didn't use it for several hours. The next morning my husband retrieved it for me. So, when Mary starts in on how i should be walking to the bathroom, I reminded her that it made me dizzy. She told me that was because I was using too much morphine. I pointed out that I had been without morphine for 3+ hours...she would only repeat her theory. She never listened to a single thing I said; she just had these 4-5 lines she repeated.
She seemed to enjoy telling me that I would be cut off morphine after this last syringe went dry because I was going home on Saturday. I had already been told this by another (nice) nurse and was fine with that.
Okay, let me back up a bit. The surgery nurse had a really hard time finding a site for the IV. Finally she got it into the crook of my left arm. But, once in my room, everytime I would forget and bend that elbow, the IV would start beeping. I would never hear it, but my husband certainly would. I would call the nurses - or sometimes they would just hear it and show up - and set everything straight. When the morphine ran out, it was a much louder beeping- which I could hear fine.
So around 6AM Saturday morning that morphine pump started beeping. I hit the nurse button, a nurse answered and said somebody would be down soon. Nobody came, nobody came. My husband opened the hospital door, thinking they would hear and be reminded. Nobody came. I looked at my cell phone - 5:58. Mary shows up at 6:10. She seemed really happy to let me know that was the END of morphine for me. I mentioned that we figured they must have been really busy not to have come down earlier. She laughed and said it had just started beeping. My husband told her that it actually been beeping about 15 minutes. She laughed and said There is no way this has been beeping 15 minutes. My husband got more than a little irritated and argued with her. She insisted. Finally, I spoke up and told her about checking the cell phone so it had to have been about that long.
And, then at 7AM, a new nurse walks in. Mary's shift was over.:D
Reading over this, i can tell i am not getting the real essence of this woman across. I should have taken notes!
Surgery was on Thursday morning @ 7:30AM. Surgery nurse could not have been nicer. Great way to get started since I was just a tad apprehensive. (HA!)
By 10:30AM i was in the hospital room with another one of the nicest nurses in the world. She was my main nurse, but there was another one who came in a lot on Friday and Saturday who was also terrific. They acted like their only goal was to help me have the best experience ever. There was also an incredibly friendly LPN on Thursday night and Saturday. They were always refilling my water, asking if I wanted a Sprite, What can I do for you?? kind of questions all the time. And, tho the physical therapists walked me to the bathroom about 4PM the afternoon of surgery, the nurses offered to walk me to the bathroom, but hey, a bedpan is fine and no, I do not mind helping you with a bedpan. Not at all... They had me half convinced they enjoyed the bed pan part. The housekeepers who came in once a day were talkative and friendly and told me all sorts of personal stuff about their lives....which was fine with me...only bits and pieces of it were registering anyway and they were just so cheery and friendly.
BUT, FRIDAY MORNING, VERY EARLY...I MEET MARY.:shk:
Honestly, I did not know how scary she was for the first hour or so. She insisted I get up and walk to the bathroom. I wouldn't do it because the bed pan, as icky as it was, had turned out to be a more fun alternative for me. Plus, I was walking around the halls each day with the physical therapists and it made me very dizzy. She lectured me every time. That night i dropped the morphine pump on the floor and didn't use it for several hours. The next morning my husband retrieved it for me. So, when Mary starts in on how i should be walking to the bathroom, I reminded her that it made me dizzy. She told me that was because I was using too much morphine. I pointed out that I had been without morphine for 3+ hours...she would only repeat her theory. She never listened to a single thing I said; she just had these 4-5 lines she repeated.
She seemed to enjoy telling me that I would be cut off morphine after this last syringe went dry because I was going home on Saturday. I had already been told this by another (nice) nurse and was fine with that.
Okay, let me back up a bit. The surgery nurse had a really hard time finding a site for the IV. Finally she got it into the crook of my left arm. But, once in my room, everytime I would forget and bend that elbow, the IV would start beeping. I would never hear it, but my husband certainly would. I would call the nurses - or sometimes they would just hear it and show up - and set everything straight. When the morphine ran out, it was a much louder beeping- which I could hear fine.
So around 6AM Saturday morning that morphine pump started beeping. I hit the nurse button, a nurse answered and said somebody would be down soon. Nobody came, nobody came. My husband opened the hospital door, thinking they would hear and be reminded. Nobody came. I looked at my cell phone - 5:58. Mary shows up at 6:10. She seemed really happy to let me know that was the END of morphine for me. I mentioned that we figured they must have been really busy not to have come down earlier. She laughed and said it had just started beeping. My husband told her that it actually been beeping about 15 minutes. She laughed and said There is no way this has been beeping 15 minutes. My husband got more than a little irritated and argued with her. She insisted. Finally, I spoke up and told her about checking the cell phone so it had to have been about that long.
And, then at 7AM, a new nurse walks in. Mary's shift was over.:D
Reading over this, i can tell i am not getting the real essence of this woman across. I should have taken notes!
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