The first day, the journalist cames into play.
Who, what when, where and why. Those are the questions that one’s supposed to answer, correct?
First bed is being held by a fellow who has thrombosis – which is what I have. Blood clots, all through this guys body. He’s been coming to the hospital for 7 years.
Next bed is being held by a guy from Bocas, Panama. He’s waiting to have his heart operated on. Problems with his heart valves.
Next bed is me. Right next to the bathroom that I am not supposed to use – I have to use a bedpan. Get a cloth bath by the nurse. This after I went and unhooked myself from the machine, because I had no place to go.
After going, walked to the nurses station to have them hook me back up. This caused quite the scene. I was not supposed to be out of bed, I was not supposed to be off the machine.
Tried to explain that I had to go to the bathroom, and no one gave me anything to go into.
Got that solved after that incident!
So, literally, I have a pot to piss in, and a bedpan for any bowel movements. This might be too much info, but the hospital was basic – and this is all basic stuff!
Next bed was an over weight guy waiting to have surgery. It’s delayed, and he’s discharged.
In his place was a fellow who was really handicapped – something wrong with his brain. You could tell he had surgery around the back of his head. He could not feed himself, and his parents – at least one of them – was there to watch over him.
Next to him a convict who was serving a 6 year prison sentence. For what, I am not sure.
He had a hard time just sitting up. Used a wheel chair to get to the bathroom. the guy was really suffering from something – and had guards around him 24/7.
I’m thinking – “What the heck, the guy can barely make it to the bathroom, much less a dash to escape.” But, these guards were there 24/7, the time I was in the hospital.
Next bed was a fellow who had a problem with his foot. It was about 50% bigger than his other foot, the right one. The left looked like maybe really bad circulation, as it looked blue/black from a distance.
The last bed is used be a fellow who could not get out of bed. Never really figured out what was wrong with him – but he never left the bed the 4 days I was in the hospital.
So, what’s supposed to happen to The Big Mozey?
I’m thinking they just want my organs – they’re going to mess up, I’m going to die!
They’ll take all the useful organs and sell them to the highest bidder. (Obviously, I am not in a great state of mind!)
What’s supposed to happen is an operation where they put Vena Cava Filter into my abdomen. This is to prevent the blood clot from moving to my lungs or heart.
I am thinking about this – this is the same group that let me sit in the waiting area for hours, as others got treated, and I waited.
The same people who put my paperwork aside, and until I said something, no Heparin IV was going to be attached to me because the paperwork had been set aside.
I also noticed the small little centipedes that looked like they really enjoyed the cool temperature of the hospital. Seemed to be new ones every time I looked down at the floor.
Now these doctors and nurses were going to go into my neck with a 1 inch piece of teflon tubing, and turn it into an umbrella that would stop the movement of a blood clot.
All this stuff did not give me too much confidence.
Still thinking that the idea was this – I am going to die, and my organs will be sold to the highest bidder!
Later that night, the guy with the bad food is asking for a doctor – his foot is really bothering him. It is Sunday, no doctors on staff. He suffers through the night until Monday morning when the doctor arrives to give him some medication.
The guy who is really handicapped, has a bad night. His mother is crying, and the nurse just seems to go through the motions – not much empathy for the suffering of either the patient or the patient.
The guy with the thrombosis, through broken English/Spanish, tells me things have gotten worse since he has come to the hospital. The thrombosis is just spreading through his body – and you can see the poor circulation in his arms and legs. He is in for about another week, he explains to me.
The guy with the heart condition – first he’s going home, then he’s going to get operated on. He just shrugs his shoulders, and says he has to have faith in the doctors.
I want to leave – I am really not comfortable with all the things I see.
The Doctor tells me if I leave, I have to sign a waiver that states the hospital is not responsible if I die. That gets me thinking even more – What am I going to do?
Blood on the curtains and walls.
I have not bathed in 2 days.
I have not had a bowel movement.
I see bugs along the wall next to my bed.
Am I going to stay here and let them enter my body with a 1 inch device and hope they do the procedure right?
My mind is boggled.
The operation/procedure is scheduled for Wednesday.
I’ll stay another day, and ponder the situation.
Cheers for now