I was getting my WND readings this evening when I came across the following column by Joseph Farah- "Hospital no place for sick people"...http://www.wnd.com/2013/06/hospital-no-place-for-sick-people/
To me the funniest part of the column is when I saw the following lines: "I actually thought I might get some rest here. But with nurses taking
vital signs every few hours – even during the middle of the night – the
hospital is hardly a place of recuperation." The reason that I find it the funniest part of the column is that having spent 5 1/2 months in the hospital, I could have told Mr. Farah that rest is the last thing that you get in a hospital!
After getting to a point of stability in relation to my condition, I found that if you wanted to get a good night of rest in the hospital, I had to go to sleep at 8:30 p.m. I know to many 8:30 seems a little early, but let me tell you why...
First as Mr. Farah writes, you have nurses come in and check your vital signs and in my case also to empty the JP tubes that were draining the excess stuff out of my body. And that took place even at midnight...And I didn't have any problems with that except for a couple of times when the nurse forgot to turn off the main light to my room.
A little humorous story....After my ileostomy surgery, I was back at Christus Santa Rosa-a little story about the roots of CSR...
CHRISTUS Santa Rosa Health System was founded in 1869 by the Sisters of
Charity of the Incarnate Word. The sisters heeded the call from the
Catholic bishop of Texas to care for the multitude of sick, infirm, and
orphaned in the Texas frontier. When the sisters arrived in San Antonio,
the population was only 12,000 and there was no public hospital - until
the sisters founded CHRISTUS Santa Rosa Hospital.
And even in 2008, on weekends down in the first couple of floors, Sisters from the order would take over as nurses...which wasn't so bad, except for the fact that the nurse they assigned to me was height-wise someone that my younger sister could post up (and my younger sister is 5 foot at best...) was very slight and had the smallest, tiniest voice...Now can you imagine someone like that trying to wake up someone who was sound asleep (and those of you who are heavy sleepers know how hard it is for a regular sized person to try to wake you up)....I felt sorry for that young lady....
Another reason in my case was that there were times when the colostomy bag that I had would lose its seal and spill out a little and I had to call the nurse to help clean up the mess....
And lastly there was the 4:30-5:00 in the morning blood sample that I had to give..each morning they had to come in and take some blood to make sure that I was recuperating and to make sure that there was nothing else happening...It got to the point where it became so routine that I actually slept through it...they would get the appropriate tube, get the blood sample and then just leave, for me it was nothing that I had to actually wake up and start me day with...
And I guess that each person that has had their own experience with trying to get sleep in the hospital, but in the end I will use another Farah line: "My strong advice: Don’t get sick."
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