Mortality – The ward setting – who, what, where and why – Part 2

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

About John Wilson

Traveler, writer and photographer. No home now, just traveling the world in search of the lost chord.
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22 Responses to Mortality – The ward setting – who, what, where and why – Part 2

  1. Silverboom says:

    Get the hell out of there, dude!!!

  2. Such a scary situation and one of my biggest travel fears. A difficult decision to make.

    Wishing you a rapid recovery!

  3. stevie says:

    Good grief. Sending positive thoughts your way. Is there a bigger, better hospital anywhere nearby? Can you safely travel to it, if so? Send us an update as soon as you can. Hoping all is well….

  4. whoa!! good luck mate, doesn not sound like a good situation at all. hope you keep us posted.

  5. Sailor says:

    I hope you get better soon and out of that scarey place.

  6. Barbara says:

    I’m taking heart from the fact that if you’re posting, you survived your terrifying hospital ordeal. Against all odds, it seems.
    Wishing you a speedy recovery.

  7. Sorry to hear of the situation at the hospital and your condition! Praying for your speedy recovery! Stay strong and have faith in your body’s ability to heal!

  8. robin says:

    Well the experience is certainly providing material for some very compelling posts! All the best!

  9. Dang it man I want to know what happens! However, I would feel as uncomfortable as you in this situation. No fun! Hope things turn out well!

  10. Mack Reynolds says:

    you’re really building up that suspense man. this hospital sounds like a travelers worst nightmare. you obviously made it out alive but i still can’t wait to see what happened.

  11. senaf says:

    Wow..I am now reading Part 2 and getting an idea what is going on there. You are in a hospital where you are unsure of what is happening.. I am worried about you. I sure hope being that I am late in responding that you are ok now. I did not know before what you were in the hospital for now I do. Still does not make me comfortable to hear about your experience there. I would say “Get out of that hospital” but where else can you go since you need surgery. I wish you well and hope to hear that you are out of there soon…will keep you in my prayers..:)

  12. Grace says:

    John, just read this and I hope you get through this! I am sorry to hear that you are not well and that you are in a bad situation.

  13. John Wilson says:

    Such is life, Grace.
    Life is like a bowl of cherries – you got the good stuff, and you got the pits.
    Just one of those times that the pits show up.
    Thanks for taking the time to post a comment – I really do appreciate it.
    John D. Wilson

  14. John Wilson says:

    Thanks Senaf,
    Just part of the trials of growing old.
    Smoking for 40 years has not helped my body – seems poor circulation is the problem.
    Need to stop smoking and exercise the legs more.
    Thanks for your concern.
    John D. Wilson

  15. John Wilson says:

    Hi Mack,
    Yupper, still alive and kicking.
    Appreciate you taking the time to post a comment.
    It does mean a lot to have readers post comments and concerns.
    Thanks much!
    John D. Wilson

  16. John Wilson says:

    Thanks for leaving a comment, my friend.
    Part of growing old – as my father says – growing old is not for sissy’s.
    Out of the hospital – things are looking better health wise.
    I do appreciate your concern.
    Again, thanks for taking the time to leave a comment, Jeremy. It does mean a lot to me.
    John D. Wilson

  17. John Wilson says:

    Hi Robin,
    This kind of material for writing I could do without.
    But, it is the hassle of growing older, and it is part of the travel experience when it happens.
    I appreciate your wishes for better things!
    John D. Wilson

  18. John Wilson says:

    Thanks Shirlene,
    I’ll take all the prayers I can get!
    I appreciate you taking the time to read my post and leaving a comment.
    It really does mean a lot to me, it is uplifting.
    Thanks much!
    John D. Wilson

  19. John Wilson says:

    Thanks Barbara,
    I appreciate you taking the time to read and to post a comment.
    It uplifts the soul to have people you have never met leave nice comments and post well wishes when one is not in the best of shape.
    I did survive and am still kicking around.
    Thanks much!
    John D. Wilson

  20. John Wilson says:

    Thanks Sailor,
    Appreciate you taking the time to leave a comment.
    Does not appear a speedy recovery is in the cards, but it is a recovery – which is a good thing!
    Thanks much!
    John D. Wilson

  21. John Wilson says:

    Thanks Jamie,
    I apologize about not responding sooner, just a lot of things going on.
    I appreciate you taking the time to leave a comment – it does mean a lot to me.
    Thanks much!
    John D. Wilson

  22. erick daniel says:

    the information is good la necesitaba gracias…

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