I was recently admitted to hospital for close to a week. I am severely anaemic and, in the doctor's words, needed a few pints of blood along with plenty of rest and relaxation. So off to hospital I go. Bag all packed, like a school camp or something, expecting new blood and plenty of rest.
Now, I'm not in any way, shape or form knocking the medical profession and especially not the nursing staff. They are a dedicated, genuinely caring group of people who work very hard. Particularly at the moment as there's been a computer glitch meaning that the majority of our nursing staff, in Queensland, are getting paid nothing or mere fractions of what they should be getting paid. The government says 'they're onto the problem and it will be fixed as soon as possible' but we all know what that means - it's the same as saying 'the cheque's in the mail'. But our nurses keep working on regardless - so I cannot fault them.
What I do find a little hard to understand though is how is a person supposed to get 'rest and relaxation' when every hour they come around and take your temperature, your blood pressure, your pulse, ask you a bunch of questions you've already answered what feels like a hundred times before - and then they tell you that 'you look a little peaky, you should get some rest'. Well, I'm trying but you make it a little difficult.
Then I have so little red blood cells and they can't even get an iron reading in my blood tests which is why I'm in hospital in the first place - so what do they do? Yup, three times a day they come and take six vials of blood for more testing. Of course it doesn't help that I have bad veins, skinny, deep and wriggling around like spaghetti so every single time they try to get some blood is an effort which usually takes three or four goes. Then they ask me why my arms and hands are covered in bruises?
Rest and relaxation? I think I'll book a week in Fiji instead :)
Cheers,
Trace
I'm sorry to hear you're ill. I hope you are back home soon so maybe you can get a little rest.
Dawn