LAmourContributor
Frustration and handling myself well
I came into hospital late Thursday night with severe abdominal pain, like nothing I have had before. (I have Crohn's Disease and had a sleeve gastrectomy in October last year).
For hours they tried all sorts of things, but nothing eased the pain. In the end they gave me morphine and sent me home. I had to be back in the next few hours for my 8 weekly Infliximab infusion (for CD).
That afternoon, I ended up in severe pain again after eating lunch and was eventually admitted last night.
I was told someone from the surgical team would come and see me last night. They didn't, but put me on a drip and was nil by mouth.
Then I was told someone would see me today. It's now 10pm and nothing. After realising I hadn't eaten a thing for 30 hours, they have taken me off NBM and allowed me to eat tonight.
I'm hoping that the surgical team will see me tomorrow and I can get some answers. I am feeling very frustrated and angry that I have been 'forgotten'. How can I be that forgettable?
Not taking someone's head off has been so challenging, but I don't want to be seen as a problem child. Finding that balance is proving challenging.
The thing that took the cake though was one of the nurses dropped some of my meds all over the floor. I don't think she realised that I saw because she then went to offer them to me. Is she for real??? Would she accept meds off a hospital floor??
The worst thing is communication, or the lack thereof. It's shameful
For hours they tried all sorts of things, but nothing eased the pain. In the end they gave me morphine and sent me home. I had to be back in the next few hours for my 8 weekly Infliximab infusion (for CD).
That afternoon, I ended up in severe pain again after eating lunch and was eventually admitted last night.
I was told someone from the surgical team would come and see me last night. They didn't, but put me on a drip and was nil by mouth.
Then I was told someone would see me today. It's now 10pm and nothing. After realising I hadn't eaten a thing for 30 hours, they have taken me off NBM and allowed me to eat tonight.
I'm hoping that the surgical team will see me tomorrow and I can get some answers. I am feeling very frustrated and angry that I have been 'forgotten'. How can I be that forgettable?
Not taking someone's head off has been so challenging, but I don't want to be seen as a problem child. Finding that balance is proving challenging.
The thing that took the cake though was one of the nurses dropped some of my meds all over the floor. I don't think she realised that I saw because she then went to offer them to me. Is she for real??? Would she accept meds off a hospital floor??
The worst thing is communication, or the lack thereof. It's shameful
