I'd like to introduce you to my mother, the roadrunner. Remember that cartoon---beepbeep. Whiz!!
Unfortunately a roadrunner is a problem in the modern hospital and they get tied up-- to a wheel chair, or lashed down in their bed. We have cute little names for these restraints: a bed-vest, a wrap around, and wrist restraints.
My Mom has experienced all of these since Friday when I took her to the emergency room about 6 p.m. for shortness of breath, and a high temperature. She also had been doing her own particular roadrunner routine, non-stop since 6 a.m.
In the emergency room early tests showed the possibility of a tumor in her lung. But that was ruled out. And while they were doing more tests her blood pressure hit 213 over 160. And her cough, did I forget to mention the cough? It was escalating by the minute. As was her temperature which hit 101.4.
However, when no problem could be found other than labored breathing and blood pressure indicating imminent stroke--the temperature wasn't even mentioned--the ER doc, rather than admit her to the hospital, decided to send her home. My Mom's caretaker and I dug in our heels. Nothing doing. So The ER doc sent in a different doc, the Admitting doc, to talk to us.
This fellow had quite a good routine: she will be with very sick people and you risk exposing her to disease; are you wanting to dump her here because there are very good facilities we can recommend. And--we probably don't even have a bed.
When we could not be dissuaded, he found her a bed. By then it was midnight. We had arrived at 6 p.m.
The next morning we found her tied to her bed, no intravenous fluids, and no doctor. The nurses agreed her cough was getting much worse. And they agreed she needed fluids. They also agreed that she needed something to calm her anxiety which had escalated again. But nothing could be done without the doctor.
Who is the doctor??? And where is he??
They didn't know. Finally Edith, my mother's nurse, spent about 45 minutes on the phone, found the doctor who would be attending my mother and put a call in. When he responded to her page he said:
I'll be there when I get there.
He got there at 6 p.m. Saturday night.
This was 18 hours after she had been placed on the ward.
And until that time nothing could be done for my mother. A catheter had been inserted in the ER and one could see that there was barely 2 inches of dark urine for the entire day. This for a woman who if she did not have pneumonia had an escalating case of bronchitis.
In response to our prompting and urging, the Dr. did request all that was needed after he arrived. But his orders could not be executed immediately. An anti-anxiety medication had to be ordered from the pharmacy, the floor was out! And the IV also took time.
And thank heavens Mom's new caretaker is knowledgeable because I would not have known what exactly to ask for.
By this time the nursing staff and I had forged quite a bond. They hated the position they were in. Sure write it up one of them said with a smile. Someone should know what goes on here.
Yeah, someone should. And if you have no one to lobby for you, intercede for you, and take care of you in the modern hospital you are ignored and neglected.
Health care reform is as pressing as any other domestic issue in this campaign.
I liked Hill's plan best. But I will take Barack Obama's plan over McSame's any day.
We need it desperately.
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