Day two of St Mary's Saga

Posting for Saturday, May 18th, 2013



I was never woken up once during the night at ST Mary's, and when I woke up I was told I could have a light breakfast.  I ordered an english muffin and of course some crackers to hoard for later.  I don't remember the time that I finally wen to have my stress test but I had no warning so therefore wasn't able to alert my family or anyone, just taken away. I had fought so hard to be able to walk the treadmill for my stress test but when the time came I didn't have the strength to do so, so I had to have the chemical one done.  The doctor was ok, not real personable, but it wasn't Dr Muhammed.  His assistant Dylan, was great!  He told me that Dr Muhammed thought of himself as GOD, I kind of figured that when I didn't make the cut to be seen on the day I had to wait up for him.  I told him some of what I had experienced during my stay and he told me I should talk to the Nurse Supervisor.  Then for the last leg of the stress test I had to go for more xrays and they too told me to speak to the Nurse Supervisor.  So I did.

I didn't want my nurse in the room, however, she was right there.  I guess wanting to defend herself.  I didn't have many beefs with her personally as I did with the overall care.  For example, the night nurse, which wasn't the one in the room, gave my roommate 20 different meds in 20 little dosage cups, and left them on her table telling her to take them at her leisure.  Who does that?  I thought the nurse had to stay in the room til all the meds were dispersed, or at the very least, some of them out of 20!!!  Not the case here. 

I asked about my family doctor, I said that he usually comes to the hospital to see his patients, wasn't sure if he came on weekends or not.  I was told that he didn't come to the heart unit, they have people called "hospitalists" that come and see you not your family doctor.  This didn't make a bit of sense to me, but I was too sick to fight with them. 

The room was dirty.  When they would take my blood and say some gauge would fall on the floor with say dried blood on it, it would remain on the floor.  Talk about gross!! 

I asked my nurse once about being dehydrated because when the folks would come in to take my blood they would always comment on how dehydrated I was because it was hard getting my blood.  I have had problems with dehydration in the past many times and at times had to be hospitalized just for that reason and had to have fluids in an IV to help with dehydration.  The nurse said I was fine.  I did'nt need to worry said the people that took my blood were just saying that.  Yea right. 

Right before I went for my stress test I went to the bathroom, got so dizzy that I thought I might fall and was woozy all the way to the bed.  I told my nurse when she came in  and she said "be careful your blood pressure is a little low we dont want you to be taking a spill."  Uh neither do I!  Because I am almost certain I wouldn't like the care I would be given here!  OMG # I forgot there were so many of these moments!

So much later after my stress test this Dr comes to my room last name started with R don't remember and trust me, he was not that memorable.  Along with the nurse, Tracy, who trust me became quite attentive after the Nurse Supervisor chat.  He basically states I need a heart cath, I tell him I want to be discharged.  He doesn't like my answer, he says it is in my best interest to have it done, I say I want to be discharged.  He leaves the room, nothing more out of his mouth.  Nurse Tracy then says "If you leave you could take the chance of dying if you don't have this procedure."  You are really going to tell me such foolishness?  I wanted to scream and yell at her, the whole thing sounded absurd to me, they said the stress test showed a "false positive" and that is why I needed to have this heart cath.  Well, with my mom sitting right there, who take everything like that mega serious, she is all worried, thinking I should stay after her and Brittanee were wanting to break me out of this nasty hospital all along.  I wanted to strangle Nurse Tracy.  With her callous words I decided right then and there I was going home, dying or not. 

I never got any discharge papers, they didn't wheel me down in a wheelchair to the car, the only thing they uttered out of their stupid little mouths if you get to feeling worse come back to the ER. 

Oh yeah, St Mary's and I are def parting ways and I will be working on a very long letter to them shortly, kind of like this blog!