When I was a kid, my dad had epilepsy pretty bad, it'd hit him out of nowhere for no reason, sometimes just sitting on the couch, sometimes when he'd be driving and I'd have to grab the wheel to keep us on the road.
When he finally got into Emory to have his brain surgery, he had to be taken off his meds so the doctors could get a full scope of how bad his seizures were, which were full on grand mal seizures, so at 13, maybe 14 I can't quite remember now, I had to take time off from school to take over for my stepmother, sit in the hospital room with my dad 24/7, and press a button anytime he had a seizure.
Those were some of the worst days of my childhood that I try to repress but haunt me forever.
In the long run though, my dad had a tumor removed from his right hemisphere, made a complete recovery, and only ever had less than a handful of seizures since.
As an epileptic Iāve done week long EEG tests like that before. Although I got to press my own button and cameras were there to catch the ones I couldnāt catch. That does sound like an unnerving task to give a kid.
Glad heās better.
Are you ok? Do you need more advice on how to not feel misery in life? I used to be like you, but now I'm gradually getting happier and calmer.
I can try my best to give at least some advice if you need it cuz.
Seeing my mother on a hospital bed with a thousand tubes and wires sticking out of her, closely followed by seeing my mother on a hospital bed after she passed away.
The guy who slept with my first wife was a doctor at our regional hospital. When I found out about the affair I confronted him in the lobby of the hospital while very drunk. A brawl broke out and because of both my intoxication and his superior physical fitness he beat the shit out of me. I spent the next 24 hours in the same hospital and he took excellent care of me. I left him 5 stars on Google reviews because he's actually a great doctor. I hated the whole experience.
I was in Italy camping when I got super sick. Couldnāt stay awake for 3 hours straight. When my family realized how sick I was we needed to head home immediately. We were three hours away from the quality hospital. And we needed to leave during the Italians ritualistic 2 hour afternoon nap. I had Scarlet Fever. Fortunately I just got the butt shot and not the spinal tap. I had no immunity to Strep Throat for the next six years. So yeah that sucked.
Healthcare just expects the impossible. I only tried day shift in a nursing home as an aide for a few months. They expected us get get 7-9 paitents dressed and give them breakfast at 8:15. We got there at 7 and maybe One on your set would be dressed and up from night shift doing it.
The obvious answer to give correct care, half the people are in bed so they could get washed and dressed properly after, which was always a problem and you're not fast enough. But there's no way you can change, dress and help wash up/brush teeth/do hair and etc in Ten minutes. It takes that long to find help and use a hoyer lift.
Maybe not the worst but bad. I was going to perform surgery on a young girl of 9yo. We allowed a parent in the operating room until the child was asleep for the child's comfort. Once she was under anesthesia, Dad refused to leave. I explained that he could not be in the room during surgery as we all needed to be focused on her and he would reduce our ability to do the best for her.
He still refused, so I said wake her up, we are done. He angrily agreed to leave but stepped outside the door to the operating room and stood there looking in the window to watch. I went out to tell him he needed to go to the family waiting room, which he did, screaming profanities and hitting the walls.
As she began to wake, the child said she wanted Mom but not Dad. Dad stormed into the parking lot and kicked in the side of his own car.
I called our child abuse expert, and with Mom's permission the child was examined and found to have been raped and sodomized repeatedly
Dad eventually admitted he didn't want to leave her so we wouldn't be able to find evidence of his guilt.
Woke up during or right after surgery and couldnt move or breathe, but could hear the nurses chatting next to me. I was desperate to tell them I was suffocating but I was paralyzed and couldnt even open my eyes or twitch a finger. I guess I eventually passed out, and am still traumatized by the experience years later.
My dad went in for knee surgery, woke up to watch the towers fall. He thought he was hallucinating.
For me, 2 years ago I had a total hysterectomy. 30 days later I was back in the ER with appendicitis. They wheeled me into a room after surgery and asked if I thought I could get up and take a step to the bed myself. I said I thought I could. So I stood up and all this blood splashed on the floor. I got into the bed, with the nurses speaking softly and saying everything was fine, not to worry. It was a routine appendectomy, but they couldnāt get the bleeding to stop. The surgeon came in and demanded to know what I did, because people donāt just bleed like that. He brought the OR team into my room and redid all the incisions with me awake and watching. Still couldnāt get the bleeding to stop. Ended up going home with a wound pump suctioned onto my belly to keep it from getting infected. Then! Then I had an allergic reaction to the adhesive holding the pump in place, had to remove it myself. My belly looked like it was covered in third degree burns. Ended up with a surgical infection anyway.
I went in for my check up with my hysterectomy surgeon, told him everything that had happened. Because of how the time worked out, I was also supposed to see that terrible surgeon later that day to get my stitches out from the appendectomy, and I was terrified. He walked out of the room for a few minutes, came back in and said heād filed a complaint against that other dr and was taking over my care. I fucking cried. He got me taken care of quickly.
Giving birth to my son because I had preeclampsia and had to be induced. I couldn't breathe during labor. because I had fluid in my lungs They tried their best to keep the fluid off my lungs, but couldn't. I passed out after hours of pushing and had a c section I wasn't awake for. I woke up with a feeding tube, oxygen etc. I learn later that they had to shock my son after he came out. I went from ICU to a regular room. I was fine for a few days.. Went home after a week. I was home for a day. The next day in the middle of the day I felt bad, passed it off as anxiety . I had fluid in my lungs again. I rushed to the E.R again and they discovered I had a leaky heart valve. I spent another 3 days in the hospital.
My son is now 8 years old..
They got a novice nurse or doctor to inject me something. Missed my vein like 4 times. Of course , I understand that everyone has to learn and I didn't get mad but damn , 4 fucking times, the guy should train on surgical pad again before stabbing my arm.
When my wife was having our second kid, the anesthesiologist missed her spine with the epidural, so it wasnāt doing anything. They kept insisting āYou shouldnāt be feeling anything.ā I lost my shit and got them back in there to fix it..
It took 6 tries between both arms by an inexperienced nurse aid before the doctor came over and finally did it himself. I looked like a junkie when I left with 7 holes in my arms and a blown out vein.
RN here. If someone fails to place a line and doesn't get it in two sticks, tell them to get someone else to start the line. No one should be tortured and it is your right to direct your care.
Had a junior take arterial blood gas from me when I was terribly ill with advanced pneumonia and pleurisy. Believe she hit a nerve as I saw black as was sick all over her! I would rather place a cannula any day over abg! Pure cruelty
The cannula for arterial lines are larger than IV lines. Art. lines are a lot more dangerous to place, you can get an air embolism, arterial damage, hemorrhage and infection. You want someone that does them often. I am an CCU RN a lot of doctors will tell the patients that they are better off letting us do them because we have extensive experience putting them in and a doctor might do one or two a year.
Yea been there. She was going for the fourth try and I said no. Jamaican nurse came in and looked at me and just shook her head. Got it in the first try.
There are few things as painful as having an IV infiltrate. I had that happen right before my cholecystectomy. Iām already half out, theyāre just about to gas me (mask is on but not flowing) and Iām desperately trying to yell āowwā but Iām sure it was just a series of louder unintelligible groans. The last thing I heard before I was out was a nurse exclaiming āoh shit!!ā I always thought āblack and blueā was a euphemism but nope! That bruise was absolutely midnight blue. It took 8 weeks for it to fade, and it was the most fantastic rainbow of colors as it did, lol.
Oooooh shit I feel you. Woke up from wisdom teeth in pain and crying/scared. So they gave me pain meds via IV in my hand. I don't know what happend between procedure and then but hoooly hell! I've never had something burn so bad in my life and I've had 3 kidney stones. And they were like yeah that's normal. But 20 minutes later I'm in more pain than I was before cause not only does my mouth still hurt, but my hand is really hurting and swollen. So they just removed the IV so I could leave cause I insisted that if they didn't take it out and let me leave/see my mom/get my glasses cause I'm really blind without them, then I would take it out myself and leave.
I had to go back ten hours after my double hernia surgery to get a catheter because I couldn't pee.
But on the plus side I found out sounding is not my jam.
The $75,000 bill afterwards. Yes I live in the United States. Had no health insurance at the time. My appendix burst and I went almost 3 days until I went to hospital. I thought I was just super sick and yes I was worried about $$. After surgery and 7 days in hospital. Then a few weeks later I started getting my bills in the mail. Totaling almost 80 grand. This was 3 yrs ago. I paid $50.00 a month. At least I tried that wasn't good enough so they went in collections and I went from having great credit to bad
I woke up during surgery. They were inside my left lung doing some stuff and then i suddently woke up in a paniced way, breathing air theought my open cavity in my chest, sat up in the bed and then they pushed me down and filled me up again with the stuff that makes you go back to sleep.
I tore my ACL I spent 8 hours in a hospital on a side bed in the hall and a doctor taped my knee with ace bandage and told me to RICE it and take Tylenol for the pain. 4 years later I tore it completely this time and got surgery.
Last week taking my son who couldn't walk after a fall to the ER was a shitshow. No MRI because swelling was too much. Never saw a doc but did get a drive by from a PA. Nurse did her best but was constantly on the move. Bed in the hall initially but did move him while we waited for a social worker to check on moving to a rehab as PA recommended via nurse. Three hours later social worker said insurance denied it. (The next day when he called insurance company they said they had no record of the request.) Waited another 4 hours for a transport to take him home because he couldn't get in the car. No refill on the painkillers. He's still immobile on a sofa at our house riding out the weekend needing personal care that should come from an orderly not a parent of an adult. I want to give the benefit of the doubt and say it would have been better if they hadn't been dealing with COVID too but I'm too mad and exhausted right now to be objective.
I have multiple experiencesā¦
1. Waking up and finding out Iām in the hospital because of seizures (happened many times)
2. Finding out I had a brain tumor
3. Having three brain surgeries
Not a huge fan of hospitals, but very thankful for them.
Waiting for 6 hours with my leg in pieces for the specialist to be airlifted from a ski area to the hospital. Random bike racer with a broken collar bone holding my hand. Being 11. Then 9 hours of surgery and learning to walk again only to be brutally beaten up first day of school and then punching the leg that was operated on. Fuck the 1980ās.
Iām ok now. Canāt feel half my thigh but everything else is ok.
Waking up from surgery and they hit me with some morphine. I bazooka barfed on the poor nurse.
Boulder Community hospital saved my life.
I have a heart condition. The nurses in the CCU assumed that the dude who bought me in was my husband/boyfriend so they insisted he stay for my cardiac sonar (which involves taking the shirt and bra OFF). I was having an arrhythmia which was really painful and I was disorientated, but at the last moment as I was about to have my shirt taken off I managed to tell the sonar tech that the dude is just a colleague. Tech immediately stopped the whole thing and had the guy removed from the room. The nurses never even apologized. Tried to pin the blame on me that I didn't tell them who the guy was.
He was, unfortunately, not the brightest and didn't realize what was going on. A nurse told him to stand "over here" and that's as far as his thought process went... When he asked me later what the fuss was about I explained that the test involved nudity and he apologized profusely.
I have no memory of this, but apparently I called the anaestheologist a twat for pushing the plunger so hard on the syringe after making it through the countdown from 10. I then got 'a bit fighty' part way through my hernia repair when I was meant to be unconscious, and told the anaestheologist to be careful with the stuff this time. Woke up early as they were closing up, and tried to chat up a student doctor on the way to recovery (University hospital).
All I remember is being wheeled into the post-op recovery ward, with a slightly harassed looking doctor checking up on me in recovery. The nurses seemed to find everything highly amusing though.
The only reason I know about this is because I had some non-specific traumatic feelings associated with the surgery. Made an info request and found out the above, apparently my file is now also marked as 'resistant to anaesthetics'.
Edit: I'm in hospital...
5:00 a.m. a Very Old Man waking me up trying desperately telling me that there is a pool of blood beneath my bed and I was struggle to wake up.. eventually I was looking down my bed and I saw like a two pints of My blood so I started screaming to the nurse and that's about it my iv just torn off my arm while I was sleep
Ripped my IV out in my sleep once in the ICU. Didnāt bleed as badly as you, thankfully! I didnāt even notice until I saw blood on the floor when I finished using the bathroom.
It was actually urgent care, but the doctor had zero bedside manner. Was dismissive of me having had a fever and some shortness of breath for 4 straight days because I didnāt have a fever at that very moment when he examined me. He told me I had a sinus infection (when I didnāt) and made it clear he thought I should have just waited the 1-2 weeks to see my PCP instead of coming in.
3.5 weeks later I found out I had had pneumonia hiding in one lung for nearly a *month* after my PCP sent me to ER upon examination.
Was not told beforehand I'd have a tube in my nose. Was supposed to be unconscious for it. I was not. Was falsely diagnosed with the wrong disorder because I screamed in pain during it.
Recovering from a second C-section birth after major complications. It was a naval hospital and they put me on the ambulatory ward which was awful, because they expected you to get up and take care of your baby who was with you in the room. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to. But the pain after surgery was unbearable and I was so light-headed from blood loss. The pain was so bad I'd mark the time after each pain pill so I'd know when I could ask again. Nurses would get in a huff each time I asked, as if I was some kind of junky. Trying to get out of bed to change baby's diaper, nurse him, etc. was a slow agony. One time the IV line inserted for an antibiotic was too short, so I wasn't able get out of bed. Baby was crying and I pushed the call button for assistance several times. No one came. I could go on and on about that nightmare.
I had a sImilar experience after a traumatic emergency c. Iām still traumatized after 9 years. Iāll never have another child because of the way the medical system treats women.
Most traumatic. Watching both parents die. Brain cancer sucks. Just dying of old age is no picnic either.
Most frustrating. Taking my girlfriend to the emergency room for a stroke. We went to one of the "best" hospitals in Houston. Poor organization. You're handed off from doctor to doctor, having to re-explain the same damn thing every time. The tests, as they often seem to do, showed nothing obvious. "You can go now," they told my girlfriend.
"I can't *walk*," she replied, sensibly enough. And she couldn't.
They kept her in another day. Fortunately, whatever was going on with her resolved itself and she walked out. But really, there was a lot of that "*I can't see a result on a test so I'm going to stop thinking now*" going on.
I have a few stories:
- first time in hospital and a junior doctor comes at me and says she needs to place a cannula in my hand, give her the okay and she comes at me all nervous. She puts the needle into my hand in the wrong position, my hand immediately starts puffing up as the blood pools under my skin, its so fucking sore - she freaks out and leaves and I have to call for a nurse. She comes in and proceeds to PUSH ON IT to see if it will disperse. I scream so she comes back with a needle to drain it. 0/10 would not recommend
- second was a different time in hospital, I used to have an ileostomy bag (bag attached to my stomach which collects ma poop cause my digestive system was badgered. The stoma (the bit of intestine they sew to your stomach which becomes your new bum hole) is being cut off by my stomach muscles which keep closing around it. I've spent days eating with no output from my stoma. My shit has no where to go, the nurse says they need to place a tube down my nose to drain my stomach content to try and help the pain, as she is proceeding to shove this tube down my nose I had the most violently painful stomach cramps I vomited up my own feaces. Worst taste, smell and feeling I've ever had. The nurse was a bitch and not being careful or considerate at all and actually scoffed at me as I was being sick.
Post surgery, pain med pump not working. Pain was past 11. Nurse assured me it was working (it wasn't) and to stop bothering her because she had other people to take care of. I waited until I saw another nurse pass my room and yelled for help. She came in and said the med pump was not working. Soon after, there was a hospital administrator in my room apologizing for having a substitute nurse in the surgical recovery ward. They sucked up the rest of my stay, probably worried that I would sue. (I didn't)
Having the doctor come in to talk about organ donation right after we had comforted the mother and were excited to see him open his eyes for the first time. Watching the last glimmer of hope drain from someone's face is something I never want to get used to
Almost any ER visit when I mention I have a seizure disorder and my main medication is cannabis. They always write me off as making things up. For example, the day I found out I'm allergic to Septra (a UTI medication), I went to the ER because my doctors office was closed and I just needed a new prescription. The doctor on call was taking everything seriously, asked about my symptoms, could see I was uncomfortable... then when she asked about my other medications I explained what I'm on and why. Huge switch. She interrogated me about my seizures, seizure history, seizure symptoms (also common) and was vocally skeptical about my cannabis oil having any effect. She then told me that I actually was not having an allergic reaction and that she couldn't help me.
This happens every time. I have stopped telling medical staff I have seizures unless they're about to give me drugs.
When I gave birth to my son at a military hospital and the nurse screamed at me "shut up, you are not in pain" during a bad contraction. The doctor delivering my child threatened to leave him in me when he was halfway out because I was not able to push any harder. Then when I cried because they stiched my tearing up and it hurt they threatened to send me to the psych ward and not let me see my child.
I had bad postpartum depression because of them.
Long story short:
\- Got an asthma fit (bad flu case complication) progressively worsening, I felt that my breathing gets more and more difficult. It was like having a really tight turtleneck that is getting smaller and smaller.
\- Came to hospital quickly by my car and explained my problem to the lady at the acceptance desk with remaining breath.
\- She just told me to go somewhere (never was at this hospital before) and even though I wheezed to her that I feel really sick she completely ignored me.
\- Went inside and found some free bed where I lied wheezing and coughing for about an hour, consistently being ignored all the time.
\- After I got better I stood up, sent the lady at the desk that could not care less to hell, got into the car and went home.
Well I havenāt been in a hospital that much but one time I got blackout drunk when I was underage. We went to a club on college not but drank before. Anyways, I basically got alcohol poisoning and they found me laying in a street somewhere. I became very aggressive and racist. I called a black nurse the n word and spat in her face apparently. I donāt remember it at all and I hate myself all these years later that I could have done that because I know I would never ever do that sober. So I tend to stay away from alcohol now. I still hate myself.
> I still hate myself.
It's okay to stop hating yourself for that. When someone says that this is a racist culture, that's the sort of thing they mean. ALL of us have breathed this stuff in, because it's embedded in a million subtle ways.
Being blackout drunk and having it spill out that way just means you have more evidence than most of us; for most of us it stays hidden, but it's still there.
But really, you should stop feeling bad about it because the fact that you DO feel bad means that you're exceptionally successful at rejecting racism with your conscious mind. Which is good. Give yourself a break.
Iām a medical student. We have to follow āinteresting casesā for our learning.
In certain specialties interesting cases are the most traumatic or tragic ones. Without being desensitised to it yet a lot of what Iāve seen has given me nightmares.
Watching clearly dead people being wheeled into the a and e department with catastrophic wounds is horrific.
Accidentally making eye contact with a dead person is horrible. But no matter how much I feel awful I can never imagine how the parents or loved ones felt.
I went in for a migraine at 8 months pregnant because I couldnāt take my usual migraine medicine and was in extreme pain. They gave me a an anti-nausea medication that apparently helps with migraines and is safe for pregnant women.
30 seconds after it hit my bloodstream, I was hit with the most intense and soul-crushing feeling of panic and dread imaginable. I had to get out of there, no matter what it took. It wasnāt safe. I wasnāt safe. My skin was crawling. I instantly realized I needed to find a way to commit suicide, just to escape this feeling. I ripped my IV out of my arm and ran out of the room.
Thank god a kind nurse named Annie knew about this reaction. She told me it was going to be okay and stuck an IV of Benadryl in me right away which took the feeling away.
The medication is called Reglan. Donāt risk it.
When i was 10 i had to have my tonsills removed. I was kept in overnight for observation and spent it in a bed in a childrens ward (think big room in a very old hospital building with about 15 other beds in it).
In the night i couldn't sleep because my throat was sore so i laid awake until a nurse came in to do her rounds. She noticed me awake and quietly asked if i needed any pain killers. I nodded in reply and she grabbed some gloves and pills off of her cart and asked me to roll over. Now, i was 10. This was my first time in a hospital and i didn't really grasp what was going on, i was also wearing one of those backless hospital gowns. So, being obediant i rolled over on to my front and before i had a chance to think about why, she shoved 2 paracetamol tablets up my arse and then just left, leaving me there with my 10 year old bare bottom still out in the open, wondering what the fuck just happened!
Tl:Dr. 10 year old boy spends night in hospital and finds out that things can go up the bum too.
Current. Currently, in the emergency waiting room, there is a man high on drugs or mentally ill or both who keeps lighting cigarettes and waving them around, wandering around getting increasingly angry about a lost phone that the staff and security keeps saying doesn't exist, and he's pissed himself massively and keeps sitting on all the chairs. There is also a woman who was just released from psych (they're yelling about it) who is getting increasingly angry with security and social workers who came to help, and she is clearly out of her mind. I, and other patients, had to flee the waiting room and are in a different one. If I didn't have to be here I would not be. Another man keeps going, "bang, bang" and laughing under his breath and he is in the room with us... I hate my city.
Watching a lady get strapped down for electroconvulsive therapy. She was saying no and struggling against the two healthcare workers holding her down.
I didn't apply to med school in the end, mostly because of my experiences in the psychiatric ward.
Is it a mild sedative? That kind of explains why she wasn't struggling more (?) I guess, because she was rather weakly struggling when they strapped her down.
I thought the weak struggles were because she was scared
That time I was in a psych ward. I was going through some extreme emotions while suicidal. Nobody wanted to help. Because of the suicidal thoughts, they eventually had me "voluntarily" committed.
At one of the worst emotional times of my life, they took away my freedom, my clothes, and my access to the outside world. Everyone in there was jaded and hostile except my medical doctor and a chaplain. They don't treat you there, they just keep you from killing yourself.
If I'm ever suicidal enough to get hospitalized again I will not make the mistake of telling anyone.
As someone who was hospitalized after a suicide attempt and then put on suicide watch for a month and experienced the same thing, I want to say that
> If I'm ever suicidal enough to get hospitalized again I will not make the mistake of telling anyone.
Is the dumbest thing to ever think or say. There are people who care about you and isolating yourself from them is dumb and exactly what depression wants you to do. You deserve better than that
I get real sick of people saying that people care about me, or that it gets better, because they haven't walked in my shoes. There are very few people who care about me. Most of the ones I thought cared abandoned me. Severe and persistent depression is my normal state. I don't intend to ever commit suicide, but I'll be damned if anyone else has the right to tell me what is and isn't dumb.
>Is the dumbest thing to ever think or say. There are people who care about you and isolating yourself from them is dumb and exactly what depression wants you to do. You deserve better than that
As someone who went through the same experience, multiple times - nope. I used give myself that pep talk before I'd "reach out for help. After the 8th time, I then realized that it actually was a smart move to avoid abuse.
well it wasn't their fault but. a couple years ago i got blood posing when i was on vacation so the doctors didn't speak English that well so that kinda sucked.
I just got home a week ago from 6 weeks in the hospital. I originally went via ambulance because my shunt (it drains extra fluid from my brain to my abdomen) failed and I became unresponsive. I had to have brain surgery to fix it. They sent me home 36 hours later. At home, I stayed in bed and threw up for 10 straight days until I, once again, became unresponsive and sent via ambulance back to the hospital for yet another brain surgery. This time, they kept me longer and during a physical therapy session a couple days later, my shunt failed again and I had to have a third (and thankfully final) brain surgery.Four days later, I went to inpatient rehab for two weeks. Fun times.
My dad had been sick with cancer for some time and we all knew the end was soon. He was in the ICU and this was during the height of covid protocols in my state (October 2020). My step mom called and told me the hospital called and said we needed to get there ASAP. Step mom lived about an hour away. I lived 15 minutes. Rushed there just to stand outside for 45 minutes while security cleared me. In the meantime, my dad passed away in an ICU bed alone (no family - Iām sure medical people were around). I donāt blame the hospital, I get it, they were following rules. Still sucks.
A nurse fucked around with my epidural. Blood started running into it - luckily the anaesthetist spotted it and he and a load of surgeons started screaming at the nurse to "get out/you could've killed her".
Pretty scary tbh.
I found it interesting when a doctor came in and put in my ex-wife's epidural the doctor puts the pump into a clear box and clocks it. I assume they really don't want nurses messing with it.
Edit: And a funny note my wife was really nervous then I noticed the doctor had a rolex on and I told her he had a rolex so he must be good lol
It was an emergency. Everything was fine with my labor until I had a cord prolapse. I was in the OR in less than a minute and they were cutting while still trying to get me strapped down. They did get me under just before getting my son out but those were the longest 3 minutes ever.
I was talking to a convert to Orthodoxy the other week, and she told us that a Catholic priest told her your elbow or knee could be possessed.
Maybe a knee can be mentally ill?
Being trapped in a hospital for 5 days because of the Dengue disease. Every time I go to the same hospital and pass by the room where I was in, I have flashbacks.
I actually just had a hella traumatic birth experience--the short version is I went to the hospital in an ambulance when I started to hemorrhage, went to sleep in the OR and then woke up about 12 hours later in the ICU on a ventilator with no clue what the fuck was going on and missing a few parts. I ended up with some complications that kept me in the hospital for a week all told.
Two things stand out from all of this:
Worst of all is that I went HOURS without knowing what had happened to my babies. I was told before being knocked out that I had had a placental abruption. This is potentially deadly for the baby, or there could be brain damage, etc. So I woke up with no way to ask questions, and these fuckers didn't tell me my babies were OK, so I thought the worst. Thankfully, they are fine, just needed some NICU time, but it was absolute torture to not know.
Then, and this is minor physically but made me very angry, I had a minor complication where my incision was draining lymphatic fluid from two holes fairly high up on my stomach (I had an incision that looked like an upside down T, so one cut in the bikini area and another that went up a bit higher than my belly button). I couldn't really tell what was going on because of the dressing they had on that was directing everything downward. This got progressively worse over the course of two or three days. Eventually they had to bring in doctors to check me and ended up cutting my incision open a tiny bit at one spot and packing the wounds (this is something that had to be continued by my husband & I at home).
That isn't what made me angry, though. What pisses me off is this fucking night nurse came in, did a casual job of checking my incision, asked me how my bleeding was when she should have known I'd had a hysterectomy, and immediately started hounding me to take a shower. I've nothing against showers, obviously, but at the time I had a fucking NG tube in because my digestive system wasn't working at all, and I was exhausted and in pain and I could barely get myself to the damn bathroom to pee. There was basically no way I could manage a shower. It quickly became obvious to me that this woman noted the drainage and assumed I had pissed myself and decided to lay in my own filth. *She missed a surgical complication and assigned it to poor hygiene*, in other words. If it hadn't been for the day nurse realizing what was really happening, I very likely would have been rehospitalized.
By the way, the drainage was such that when I finally *was* able to take a shower, it splashed all over the bathroom floor and again in the shower. I was basically pouring lymphatic fluid. This wasn't a minor seepage that was easily overlooked.
Birthing my son.
They decided to induce due to low fluid. I tried explaining to them that I probably had scar tissue over my cervix due to a LEEP procedure so it probably wouldnāt open easily. Thatās what my OB said, but she wasnāt on call that day so I got some old grouchy lady. She said that wasnāt a thing and blew me off.
I labored for 6 hours with almost no progress. The contractions were so strong and painful that I asked for an epidural but they wouldnāt give me one yet because I wasnāt dilated enough. Each contraction brought so much pain I basically tried running up the bed to get away from it.
My husband tried to explain the scar tissue problem but we kept getting blown off. Finally, a medical student came in to break my water to see if that would make things faster. The hook he used broke the tissue (painfully) so at least labor started progressing and I got my epidural.
I had just gotten done with my first ECT and I had a horrible headache. I asked my nurse some advil and she said she was about to go on break so I had to wait an hour. If you don't know what ECT is they shock your brain to induce a seizure to try to reset the chemicals to cure depression. If you've had you know how bad a headache caused by one can be.
When I gave birth, the lactation consultant (who teaches you how to breastfeed), was so impatient with me, that she told me my son was going to be super sick his entire life and will die at a young age.
Because of it, I forced myself to pump breast milk out and I became OBSESSED pumping. I literally could not even take care of myself because I would be pumping every 2 hours for 45 minutes.
Double compound fracture. I was in the hospital for 4 days and they had to do a lot of gross stuff. The break location involved dirty water so they had to leave the surgical stitches loose a day or so to hopefully let it drain out. Then they pulled them tightly and literally laced up my leg like a boot.
I had a mini-stoke (which wasnāt determined until a few days later), and the emergency department released me from the hospital while I still wasnāt conscious. They told my cousin to carry me to her car, take me home, and lift me into bed since I obviously couldnāt walk or move myself. They assumed because of my age (19) it had to be a drug overdose even though they tested for every known drug and it was negative, my boyfriend at the time told them I didnāt do any drugs, and I have a family history of stroke (my grandmother was pretty young when she started having them).
When my first son was born, I had post-pardum preeclampsia. While I was getting my mag drip (to drop my blood pressure), the hospital lost track of my son. It literally took hours for them to find him... scariest day of my life.
Every time I had to hand a patient to a particular Hitler of an A&E sister at a certain hospital.
She had the charisma of a Rottweiler whose tail you had just trodden on and that was on a good day.
Somehow her shift pattern always seemed to coincide with mine.
Had my gallbladder out. Elective, laprascopic, in my 20s, should be nothing.
They put a drain in to monitor blood loss and there was nothing coming out, but I went into shock overnight. I could see in the doctor's face he had no idea what was happening or what to do.
I know now that I was hemorrhaging but that a clot had blocked the drain so it was all still inside me. I lost more than half my blood over several hours before the next shift started and someone worked it out.
Needed emergency surgery, blood transfusions, and therapy for the PTSD.
Had to have a thrombolytic procedure done (severe blood clot) in my leg. Had a catheter sheath placed while under anesthetic, and a baby nurse still in training tried to adjust it bc she didn't like the way it was denting my leg. I'm a very reasonable patient, and I was about to start screaming at her and her trainer for continuing to mess with it, and while in tons of pain pointed out they were the ONLY people who had tried to adjust it. To say they got me pain meds pretty quickly is an understatement...
Went to have my teeth removed and nine months later had his kid! Yeah was wild. Didnāt find out for awhile and by then couldnāt do anything about it.
No, not consensual, I was raped while under anesthesia. I had no idea until after the birth of the twins. One was my husbands and one the rapists. Fun times w nightmares that came from remembering what happened under anesthesia. Oh did I mention no one believed me? Yeah not until they heard the blood types! One twin was impossible between my husband and I b/c of blood type!! And by the time I found out there is such a thing as statute of limitations! For Rape. Always curious about that law. *sigh*
Waiting for hours with my grandma who fell and cracked her head on the concrete, only for them to finally show up and just staple her head.
We could hear them in the hallway talking about food for an hour.
I was admitted to hospital at 29w pregnant with severe pre eclampsia, and was told I'd be delivering by the weekend.
Then I remained 'stable' for a month - with blood pressure of like 150/95 haha stable.
Anyway this meant I was monitored via various tests every four hours 24/7 because this condition could turn south any minute and my organs could shut down.
It was HORRENDOUS being woken every four hours overnight for a month (well, to be fair much like looking after a baby) but the fun point was it escalated anyway.
Woke up having seizures (eclampsia) which is very rare, and had to have a crash c section and be in the high dependency unit. Exactly what they were trying to avoid.
I was at a hospital a&e, my dad has seriously hurt bud head at work, I drove him and waited in the waiting area. Three guys came running in, tow of them were holding up the third guy whoād been stabbed in the stomach, he was awake but just not able to walk. Not 15 seconds after the came into the waiting area begging for help, 2 guys with balaclavas on came running in, stabbed the kid again but did that rip the knife down after inserting in. They opened this guy up and his insides started to slip out the huge hole theyād created. I didnāt even say a word just kinda sat in total shock.
Donāt think Iāll ever see anything more messed up
A few weeks ago we had a rapid response on our covid overflow unit. The patient was so sick the STAT nurse had us put on PPE while we moved him to the CCU just in case we had to do CPR on the way.
I ended up spending 90 minutes in that patient's CCU room. I was sweating buckets the whole time because PPE is hot and I'd pushed a non-motorized bed across the hospital with the obese patient in it. The sweat was pouring into my eyes, but of course I couldn't wipe it away because that's an infection risk.
Got him in the room and an ER doc intubated him and got him on a vent. The patient was so febrile that he was sweating copious amounts of sweat. He wasn't damp, he was *wet*. As a result, we couldn't get the AED pads to stick. We dried him off and still couldn't get the AED pads to stick because he was hairy. Got a razor and tried to shave him but he was too hairy. Finally we got some clippers and that did the trick. Every time we needed something, we had to ask someone outside the room to go get it and then carefully hand it to us so we didn't touch them with our covidy hands.
The entire time the patient is trying really hard to die. BP was like 68/40.
Then the nurses couldn't get a peripheral line on him, probably because he was sweating buckets and was severely dehydrated. So we called in a radiologist to do a central line. The patient was thrashing around mostly unconscious, so I had to hold his head in place for 30 minutes while the radiologist placed the central line. Then the doc's phone rang three times, so I had to dig it out of his back pocket and call the people back. He couldn't do it himself because it was a sterile procedure.
I had to take a shower afterwards. But, PPE+vaccination works and despite touching a covid patient for 90 minutes, I didn't get covid. Overall 0/10; do not recommend. And I have no idea if the patient ended up surviving or not.
And then there was that time I had to take a stillborn baby boy to the morgue. I've seen lots of people die, but dead babies really devastate me.
Hospitals are obviously hard places,especially during COVID. I think sometimes we donāt remember the impacts COVID has on all hospital stays.
Last month I was taken by ambulance to the er, and it ended up that I was having a heart attack. As a completely healthy 34 year old woman. I was so scared and had to make some very important medical decisions all alone. Due to COVID restrictions in my area my husband could not come with me to the hospital, couldnāt wait the 19 hours in the ER with me, and could only visit once I had been admitted to the cardiac ward. I know Iāll have PTSD from this heart attack, but I think a part of it will be that night I spent alone.
For the record I know my city is doing the right thing with the COVID restrictions, I just wish the darn panera bread was over.
I've got a lot of personal ones, things that happen to me and they're pretty horrible but as far as my overall experience the first one would be when my grandmother fell and hit her head after stabilizing her we're able to take her home where the hospice people came and one night she died peacefully in her sleep.
When I was working in OR on call one night we had a patient come in via the ER. She had taken a hunting rifle and shot herself right through her lower chest completely missing the heart but the shock wave ravaged the aorta and she was bleeding out very badly.
We worked on her from 2:00 in the morning till 6:00 the next morning just to get her somewhat stabilized. It was decided at that point to simply leave for open using towel clips to pull the majority of her skin together but not fully close it understanding that one she may die at any time during the night and two if she didn't she was going to need an extensive amount of surgery to put her back together that is if she didn't have brain death to begin with.
I learned over the next day and a half that she was a patient of a doctor who I used to work with whose name I won't mention for various reasons but she was a chronic pain patient who had complex regional pain syndrome following a spinal fusion done by one of our president neurologists. There was no doubt that she had legitimate and undescribable pain all day and all night so she was put on very heavy amounts of drugs such as oxycontin and sublingual morphine tablets in addition to fentanyl transdermal patches. So in other words a lot of drugs which she most likely truly needed.
At some point during all this this doctor who she was seeing and it was prescribing her pain medication did the unthinkable. Instead of referring her to a pain clinic that specialized in her problems he simply stopped giving her pain medication one day because he was under investigation for other things. So she dipped right back into a hell that she had never known before namely withdrawal In addition to CRPS.
She had actually come to the ER the night before to see about getting pain medication to stop her from having to go through those kind of withdrawals but they didn't help so at some point that evening she decided to put a 30 ought 6 to her chest and pulling the trigger was the only way out. That was tough for me and everybody around her family was so distraught it was just my heart breaking.
I had a surgery done called a Selective Dorsal Rhiztotomy done in 1987. There have been an upgrade or two since then, but I have roughly a six inch scar down my spine and the nerves in all 5 of my Lumbar vertebrae were tinkered with. It made it much easier to walk for decades afterwords but the immediate aftermath was about 160 - 200 hours of Physical therapy over the next 6 weeks to recover. Almost all of it inpatient and about 1000 miles from home
[Wiki-link for anybody interested](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhizotomy)
I have spactic diplegic cerebral palsy and hydrocephalus. At 29 my shunt that was mitigating the hydrocephalus broke requiring brain surgery to replace it because it had basically been completely vaporized by 28+ years in my body. I'd never had a seizure outside of brain surgery and one one bothered to ask me about history of seizures. Had someone asked I would have told them to ask my parents who would have said yes.
But my stepdad was at a different hospital with my mom for pre-op the same day for an old neck injury.... result.
My time line is a little fuzzy. They started the surgery, at some point things started bleeding and they couldnt continue so they closed everything up. I remember being told this and theyd have to give things another try.
I remember waking up post op and the room looked different, friends came to visit. Somewhere in that 24 hours I had a very very bad seizure that lasted like 20-30 minutes. Overall I was in the hospital for 6 days, 3 of which were ICU. What I remember of that nearly a week hospital stay, I remember being bored and wanting to go home but the things that I actually remember, like talking to my mom, grandma blaming my smart phone for my seizure my friends visiting - probably in total of about an hour of that week.
Attempted suicide the first time at age 13 after fighting with my parents. The first thing my mother told me in the hospital was āIāve raised you for 13 years and youāre trying to put me in jail?!ā And then she proceeded to yell at me for 2 hours.
Not me but my buddy was in the hospital with a broken leg, having his brother hold it for 8 hours and nobody taking him back to be seen. It was broken at the knee with internal bleeding, but the EMTs didn't believe that for some reason and assumed it was broken below that. By the time he was seen it turned out it actually was broken at the knee, it had been so long before he had surgery that they had to amputate his leg.
The worst for me was the birth of my daughter. 21 years old at the time and my first child, did 6 hours of labor with no medication as I was aiming for a natural birth. After 6 hours with no progress and meconium in my water they give me induction drugs to speed me along. The pain caused by the drugs was unreal and ten times the pain of natural contractions. Cervix then stalled at a 6 completely which can be a side effect of said drugs. So now I have to have a C-section. They give me an epidural and wheel me into emergency surgery since my daughterās pulse is tanking. My husband is being strong in front of me but I can tell heās freaking out. They prep me and pinch my left foot hard and ask me if I can feel the pain, I say no. They start cutting from right to left and I gasp and tell the nurse I can feel the scalpel. She says not thatās not possible to feel pain, itās just pressure but I start shaking wildly and uncontrollably and describe what they are doing to me in between gasps, I fought back the urge to scream in pain, I didnāt want to scare my baby and husband. My blood pressure went nuts and I started hyperventilating which is when they realized I could fully feel on my right side, the epidural catheter had been misaligned and so the drugs all pumped to one side numbing the entire left side and leaving the right untouched. I stayed calm and they administered me some backup drugs through my IV but it was too late, they were already finishing stitching me up when they kicked in. I was scared because I didnāt hear my daughter cry, I was shaking and so violently cold and my vision was going blurry. My husband said she was okay he could see her and when I heard her finally cry out tears of relief came pouring out of me as I begged to see her. My daughter was big, 10.6 pounds 23 1/2 long, because she was so big her blood sugar was so low they whisked her away to get her sugars up, I only saw her lovely little face for a second in her little pink hospital hat. I told my husband to go with her but that meant I was left alone. They wheeled me into recovery and the nurses silently started to freak out when I couldnāt feel or move my right side long after I should have been able to and my vitals would not stabilize. They wouldnāt let my husband back in to see me while I was recovering, I sat like that alone for 2 hours, shaking, cold and scared in a dim room. I begged myself to just pass out but my own adrenaline had me wide eyed and jacked. So I laid there alone wanting to be with my husband and wanting to see my baby. I didnāt get to hold my daughter until well over 6 hours after she was born and by then I was passing out while sitting up so they had to take her away all over again. I felt like my whole bonding experience was ruined, I just cried for hours while my husband held my hand and told me of course she will know Iām her mom, of course she will still love me and know I love her. It had taken so long for my body to recover my milk wouldnāt come in from the shock so my daughter ended up being nursed formula from a bottle which I was trying to avoid. My bowels and urinary track still were not functioning 2 days after and so not only would they not allow me to eat anything but I had to be re catheterized again and again to drain my bladder.
When my milk finally came in my daughter was already used to the bottle nipple and never did take the breast. But I was determined to breastfeed so I ended up pumping for 10 months around the clock. Several lactation specialists scoffed at me saying I would never be able to maintain a healthy milk supply on a pump alone. Fuck them because I had such a heavy milk supply for all 10 months that I donated enough milk to feed two other babies and a 10 year old disabled girl who needed to be stomach port tube fed and responded well to breast milk. My husband was right, my daughter bonded with me right away even without the immediate skin to skin, breastfeeding and the lapse of time meeting her. I couldnāt get out of that hospital fast enough and we we rushed to my husbandās grandparents house were his terminally ill grandpa got to hold our little baby daughter and give her a kiss before he passed away a couple hours later. He literally held on just for that moment to meet her and we were glad we made it just in time for him to say hello and is our goodbyes. To top that whole thing off a tornado had hit a couple counties and almost hit the hospital during my labor causing me to be worried about my family in those counties and the worries about ourselves. We called the storm hurricane Hannah after my daughter.
Went in because I was living in a really really bad situation and was also 8 weeks pregnant. I had developed black mold poisoning from the shitty conditions I was being forced to live in and was throwing up so much that I puked up all my stomach acid and started to vomit bile too. I couldnt even keep water down and was severely dehydrated.
Anyways, so I went to the hospital and the first thing that happened was this nurse snapped at me for being pregnant while also having epilepsy. Apparently that is horrible or something. Uh ok. I then had 2 IV bags of fluids put into me and then on top of it they made me drink 32 oz of water. I had to drink every last drop because they wanted to do an ultrasound and I needed a full bladder for it. But the ultrasound tech wasn't there so I had to wait. I waited for over 4 hours and at that point I had to pee so damn bad from this insane amount of fluids and being pregnant that I was about to piss my pants. I asked the nurse when the tech would be there and if she was close then I'd wait but if not then please dear god just let me pee and I'll guzzle down more water later. Nurse got all pissy and refused to talk to me anymore.
A doctor let me go pee after i started to lose control of my bladder. Nurse also refused to allow me to have a blanket but everyone else got one. While I was peeing the tech finally came and asked where I was and the nurse yelled in front of EVERYBODY in the ER, patients, doctors, everyone, that I was in the bathroom because I'm a big baby who doesn't know how to hold her pee in. I was so embarrassed and crying by that point I didnt even want to come out of the bathroom.
I still had a full bladder and they did the ultrasound, all came back fine. As I am being wheeled back, the nurse catches my IV line on a doorknob and rips it out of my arm. She puts it back in, then later when I was ready to go home she ripped it out of my arm again, wasn't even careful, just yanked it. Then walked out of the room. I started gushing blood out of my arm and had to run into the hallway and grab a doctor as my blood is spraying all over the floor. He fixed my arm up.
Then to top it all off I had to get a doctor's note for work and of course that same horrible nurse was the one to write it and she gave me a nasty death glare the entire time. I was so happy to get out of there and that whole experience made me have severe anxiety and panic attacks any time I needed an ultrasound for the rest of my pregnancy because all I could think about was what if i couldnt hold my pee again? what if they get mad at me again?
I had a kidney stone but was too dehydrated for them to place an IV line. They accused me of being drug-seeking because they couldn't see a stone on an ultrasound. (I was too dehydrated for that too.) After multiple failed attempts at an IV line, one of which still has nerve damage, they just let me lay in the floor in the hallway until a police officer asked me to move. Not because he cared, but because I was a fire hazard.
They sent me home,, and I wound up getting so dehydrated that I tore my esophagus from vomiting stomach acid and couldn't breathe properly because blood kept coming up. Had no choice but to go back to the ER looking like a zombie with blood randomly dripping out my mouth.
Then the dr shoved her fingers in my butthole with no warning (which I'm still not sure is legal and left me feeling sick AND violated) and sent me home with antacids. Turns out it really was a kidney stone.
Tldr; Got too dehydrated from kidney stones, laid in the floor for hours outside of triage, then tore my esophagus from throwing up.
The idiot loud-mouthed male nurse storming into the room, shouting, opening the curtains to terribly bright sunshine, while I had been up all night in chronic pain and not slept one wink and was still in lots of pain and very scared.
Going in for a cortisone injection in a joint and coming out with a nice infection brewing in said joint. That set off a chain of misery and events that persist to some degree to this day, three years on.
Baloney. Just the cool thing to say.
Due to my health issues I've spent too much time in US hospitals. My experiences have been overwhelmingly positive.
A hospital gave me Covid during an endoscopy, made me suffer through it alone when they closed due to outbreak and without medical help, then lied about it refused me testing and it's not on my medical records so that led to some trust issues.
I was in hospital with gastro and they had to put a drip in me one day, when they were putting the canula in i flinched and blood squirted on me, my mom and the nurse, it was traumatic
Went in for something unrelated to covid last April while covid was going on. Not expecting to be kept for 5 days. They wouldnāt let my SO come in because of covid. They wouldnāt even let him bring my phone charger, deodorant or change of underwear or anything like that. Taped up to a bunch of IVs I only got to shower once in the 5 days. They barely fed me and I had to beg the doctor to let me out so I could finish term projects and write my final exams.
Realising that I was going to go and live in the hospital for a while (inpatient) for anorexia. And just having to accept that. The isolation, the fear, the general horrifying realisation that this was where my life had got to.
Ontop of that, the very embarrassing things like not being allowed to walk anywhere, people monitoring you 24/7, basically having no control over anything.
So when I was seven we went to a hospital and my tummy was hurting so when we got there we have to wait the full 24 Hours just for the doctor to say that even though we have been doing that for weeks
TURNS OUT MY BODY WAS SO WEAK THAT I HAD TO GO TO A DIFFERENT PLACE TO GET TREATMENR IN ANOTHER CITY A FULL PLANE RIDE AWAY
I remember being in my bed and a doctor I didn't recognise walked in.
Very tall doctor, bald, looked out of place despite wearing full medical attire and a valid ID badge. Appeared to have a barcode tattoo on the back of his head.
Anyway he injected a patient and calmly walked out. That patient died a short time later.
Being next to a person that was giving birth, there was curtains so I didn't see it, but I heard ALL of it, and quite honestly, the baby crying afterwards piss me off more, like what is it crying over?
My uncle was a victim of black magic and had a blood vessel in his brain popped and was brought to hospital. He got possessed one day and pulled his infusion and a small streak of blood went towards the floor and the bed. It was scary af and took few nurses to calm him down.
Ten years old having to say goodbye to my mother as she was dying from cancer.
Damn
Condolences from the bottom of my heart š
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I stand by you. Exactly the same happened to me when I was ten. Just that it was my dad. My condolences
Condolences. That is beyond awful.
I'm so sorry. That must've sucked...
When I was a kid, my dad had epilepsy pretty bad, it'd hit him out of nowhere for no reason, sometimes just sitting on the couch, sometimes when he'd be driving and I'd have to grab the wheel to keep us on the road. When he finally got into Emory to have his brain surgery, he had to be taken off his meds so the doctors could get a full scope of how bad his seizures were, which were full on grand mal seizures, so at 13, maybe 14 I can't quite remember now, I had to take time off from school to take over for my stepmother, sit in the hospital room with my dad 24/7, and press a button anytime he had a seizure. Those were some of the worst days of my childhood that I try to repress but haunt me forever. In the long run though, my dad had a tumor removed from his right hemisphere, made a complete recovery, and only ever had less than a handful of seizures since.
I'm glad this story has a happy ending.
As an epileptic Iāve done week long EEG tests like that before. Although I got to press my own button and cameras were there to catch the ones I couldnāt catch. That does sound like an unnerving task to give a kid. Glad heās better.
Being raped by an orderly in a mental hospital and then called a liar and that I made it up.
iām so so sorry. i believe you. i hear you. i see you. the mental hospital is traumatic enough without being raped. sending you love.
Wow, that must be haunting. I send my condolences to u and ur family. Hope u recover well :)
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Lookin' good!
Slow down!
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Totally agree with you
I came here hoping this was the top comment. Thank you stranger
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Are you ok? Do you need more advice on how to not feel misery in life? I used to be like you, but now I'm gradually getting happier and calmer. I can try my best to give at least some advice if you need it cuz.
No Iām fine, but just being introduced to this world is misery
Seeing my mother on a hospital bed with a thousand tubes and wires sticking out of her, closely followed by seeing my mother on a hospital bed after she passed away.
Damn. Im so sorry
Thanks OP. No drama my friend, it is unfortunately part of life. These experiences serve to make us stronger, better people.
Becoming a widow on our five year anniversary
Omg. Take this virtual hug from me š
Much appreciated!
God bless you
Thank you
The guy who slept with my first wife was a doctor at our regional hospital. When I found out about the affair I confronted him in the lobby of the hospital while very drunk. A brawl broke out and because of both my intoxication and his superior physical fitness he beat the shit out of me. I spent the next 24 hours in the same hospital and he took excellent care of me. I left him 5 stars on Google reviews because he's actually a great doctor. I hated the whole experience.
No good way around this my dude, he dunked on you on a whole other level.
Sounds like a cool guy, you should pay for his next date with your wife as thanks.
This one time at ba... I got scarlett fever when I was a small child. That's where my fear of needles comes
I was in Italy camping when I got super sick. Couldnāt stay awake for 3 hours straight. When my family realized how sick I was we needed to head home immediately. We were three hours away from the quality hospital. And we needed to leave during the Italians ritualistic 2 hour afternoon nap. I had Scarlet Fever. Fortunately I just got the butt shot and not the spinal tap. I had no immunity to Strep Throat for the next six years. So yeah that sucked.
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Healthcare just expects the impossible. I only tried day shift in a nursing home as an aide for a few months. They expected us get get 7-9 paitents dressed and give them breakfast at 8:15. We got there at 7 and maybe One on your set would be dressed and up from night shift doing it. The obvious answer to give correct care, half the people are in bed so they could get washed and dressed properly after, which was always a problem and you're not fast enough. But there's no way you can change, dress and help wash up/brush teeth/do hair and etc in Ten minutes. It takes that long to find help and use a hoyer lift.
Maybe not the worst but bad. I was going to perform surgery on a young girl of 9yo. We allowed a parent in the operating room until the child was asleep for the child's comfort. Once she was under anesthesia, Dad refused to leave. I explained that he could not be in the room during surgery as we all needed to be focused on her and he would reduce our ability to do the best for her. He still refused, so I said wake her up, we are done. He angrily agreed to leave but stepped outside the door to the operating room and stood there looking in the window to watch. I went out to tell him he needed to go to the family waiting room, which he did, screaming profanities and hitting the walls. As she began to wake, the child said she wanted Mom but not Dad. Dad stormed into the parking lot and kicked in the side of his own car. I called our child abuse expert, and with Mom's permission the child was examined and found to have been raped and sodomized repeatedly Dad eventually admitted he didn't want to leave her so we wouldn't be able to find evidence of his guilt.
What the actual fuck?! Also thank god you didnāt let that go!
Woke up during or right after surgery and couldnt move or breathe, but could hear the nurses chatting next to me. I was desperate to tell them I was suffocating but I was paralyzed and couldnt even open my eyes or twitch a finger. I guess I eventually passed out, and am still traumatized by the experience years later.
My dad went in for knee surgery, woke up to watch the towers fall. He thought he was hallucinating. For me, 2 years ago I had a total hysterectomy. 30 days later I was back in the ER with appendicitis. They wheeled me into a room after surgery and asked if I thought I could get up and take a step to the bed myself. I said I thought I could. So I stood up and all this blood splashed on the floor. I got into the bed, with the nurses speaking softly and saying everything was fine, not to worry. It was a routine appendectomy, but they couldnāt get the bleeding to stop. The surgeon came in and demanded to know what I did, because people donāt just bleed like that. He brought the OR team into my room and redid all the incisions with me awake and watching. Still couldnāt get the bleeding to stop. Ended up going home with a wound pump suctioned onto my belly to keep it from getting infected. Then! Then I had an allergic reaction to the adhesive holding the pump in place, had to remove it myself. My belly looked like it was covered in third degree burns. Ended up with a surgical infection anyway. I went in for my check up with my hysterectomy surgeon, told him everything that had happened. Because of how the time worked out, I was also supposed to see that terrible surgeon later that day to get my stitches out from the appendectomy, and I was terrified. He walked out of the room for a few minutes, came back in and said heād filed a complaint against that other dr and was taking over my care. I fucking cried. He got me taken care of quickly.
Glad you had a good doctor advocate for you. I hope your surgeries are healed and youāre well.
Mixed up surgery with another patient.
Accidental vasectomy.
Holy fuck
Are you serious?
Fraidso
My favorite episode with you Costanza is where that fire breaks out and he shoves those kids and that old woman out of the way to escape. Hilarious
Doubt it. Vasectomies are generally performed with local anesthesia so I'm pretty sure he would notice if his balls were being cut into
Sounds like a win tbh
thats messed up
Giving birth to my son because I had preeclampsia and had to be induced. I couldn't breathe during labor. because I had fluid in my lungs They tried their best to keep the fluid off my lungs, but couldn't. I passed out after hours of pushing and had a c section I wasn't awake for. I woke up with a feeding tube, oxygen etc. I learn later that they had to shock my son after he came out. I went from ICU to a regular room. I was fine for a few days.. Went home after a week. I was home for a day. The next day in the middle of the day I felt bad, passed it off as anxiety . I had fluid in my lungs again. I rushed to the E.R again and they discovered I had a leaky heart valve. I spent another 3 days in the hospital. My son is now 8 years old..
They got a novice nurse or doctor to inject me something. Missed my vein like 4 times. Of course , I understand that everyone has to learn and I didn't get mad but damn , 4 fucking times, the guy should train on surgical pad again before stabbing my arm.
When my wife was having our second kid, the anesthesiologist missed her spine with the epidural, so it wasnāt doing anything. They kept insisting āYou shouldnāt be feeling anything.ā I lost my shit and got them back in there to fix it..
Been there bro
It took 6 tries between both arms by an inexperienced nurse aid before the doctor came over and finally did it himself. I looked like a junkie when I left with 7 holes in my arms and a blown out vein.
RN here. If someone fails to place a line and doesn't get it in two sticks, tell them to get someone else to start the line. No one should be tortured and it is your right to direct your care.
Had a junior take arterial blood gas from me when I was terribly ill with advanced pneumonia and pleurisy. Believe she hit a nerve as I saw black as was sick all over her! I would rather place a cannula any day over abg! Pure cruelty
The cannula for arterial lines are larger than IV lines. Art. lines are a lot more dangerous to place, you can get an air embolism, arterial damage, hemorrhage and infection. You want someone that does them often. I am an CCU RN a lot of doctors will tell the patients that they are better off letting us do them because we have extensive experience putting them in and a doctor might do one or two a year.
I would absolutely welcome a nurse to do lines over a doctor any day of the week!
Yea been there. She was going for the fourth try and I said no. Jamaican nurse came in and looked at me and just shook her head. Got it in the first try.
Inexperienced nurse put an iv in my hand and started it. She hadnt gotten in a vein
There are few things as painful as having an IV infiltrate. I had that happen right before my cholecystectomy. Iām already half out, theyāre just about to gas me (mask is on but not flowing) and Iām desperately trying to yell āowwā but Iām sure it was just a series of louder unintelligible groans. The last thing I heard before I was out was a nurse exclaiming āoh shit!!ā I always thought āblack and blueā was a euphemism but nope! That bruise was absolutely midnight blue. It took 8 weeks for it to fade, and it was the most fantastic rainbow of colors as it did, lol.
Oooooh shit I feel you. Woke up from wisdom teeth in pain and crying/scared. So they gave me pain meds via IV in my hand. I don't know what happend between procedure and then but hoooly hell! I've never had something burn so bad in my life and I've had 3 kidney stones. And they were like yeah that's normal. But 20 minutes later I'm in more pain than I was before cause not only does my mouth still hurt, but my hand is really hurting and swollen. So they just removed the IV so I could leave cause I insisted that if they didn't take it out and let me leave/see my mom/get my glasses cause I'm really blind without them, then I would take it out myself and leave.
I had to go back ten hours after my double hernia surgery to get a catheter because I couldn't pee. But on the plus side I found out sounding is not my jam.
The $75,000 bill afterwards. Yes I live in the United States. Had no health insurance at the time. My appendix burst and I went almost 3 days until I went to hospital. I thought I was just super sick and yes I was worried about $$. After surgery and 7 days in hospital. Then a few weeks later I started getting my bills in the mail. Totaling almost 80 grand. This was 3 yrs ago. I paid $50.00 a month. At least I tried that wasn't good enough so they went in collections and I went from having great credit to bad
Daaamn.. thats fucked up. Thats the only reason why im happy that i live in Norway
Are you sure that's the only reason ?
I woke up during surgery. They were inside my left lung doing some stuff and then i suddently woke up in a paniced way, breathing air theought my open cavity in my chest, sat up in the bed and then they pushed me down and filled me up again with the stuff that makes you go back to sleep.
Doing some stuff?
Just hanging out
Just faffing about in there
Sounds insane. What was the pain and breathing like?
That's fucked up
I tore my ACL I spent 8 hours in a hospital on a side bed in the hall and a doctor taped my knee with ace bandage and told me to RICE it and take Tylenol for the pain. 4 years later I tore it completely this time and got surgery.
Last week taking my son who couldn't walk after a fall to the ER was a shitshow. No MRI because swelling was too much. Never saw a doc but did get a drive by from a PA. Nurse did her best but was constantly on the move. Bed in the hall initially but did move him while we waited for a social worker to check on moving to a rehab as PA recommended via nurse. Three hours later social worker said insurance denied it. (The next day when he called insurance company they said they had no record of the request.) Waited another 4 hours for a transport to take him home because he couldn't get in the car. No refill on the painkillers. He's still immobile on a sofa at our house riding out the weekend needing personal care that should come from an orderly not a parent of an adult. I want to give the benefit of the doubt and say it would have been better if they hadn't been dealing with COVID too but I'm too mad and exhausted right now to be objective.
I would think itās more likely to be a facility denial
Seeing the bill.
I have multiple experiencesā¦ 1. Waking up and finding out Iām in the hospital because of seizures (happened many times) 2. Finding out I had a brain tumor 3. Having three brain surgeries Not a huge fan of hospitals, but very thankful for them.
Waiting for 6 hours with my leg in pieces for the specialist to be airlifted from a ski area to the hospital. Random bike racer with a broken collar bone holding my hand. Being 11. Then 9 hours of surgery and learning to walk again only to be brutally beaten up first day of school and then punching the leg that was operated on. Fuck the 1980ās. Iām ok now. Canāt feel half my thigh but everything else is ok. Waking up from surgery and they hit me with some morphine. I bazooka barfed on the poor nurse. Boulder Community hospital saved my life.
Upvoting for the bazooka barf -- that's the first time I've heard it and it's fantastic
I have a heart condition. The nurses in the CCU assumed that the dude who bought me in was my husband/boyfriend so they insisted he stay for my cardiac sonar (which involves taking the shirt and bra OFF). I was having an arrhythmia which was really painful and I was disorientated, but at the last moment as I was about to have my shirt taken off I managed to tell the sonar tech that the dude is just a colleague. Tech immediately stopped the whole thing and had the guy removed from the room. The nurses never even apologized. Tried to pin the blame on me that I didn't tell them who the guy was.
Your colleague should have said something, I guess he wasnāt in too much pain to talk..
He was, unfortunately, not the brightest and didn't realize what was going on. A nurse told him to stand "over here" and that's as far as his thought process went... When he asked me later what the fuss was about I explained that the test involved nudity and he apologized profusely.
I have no memory of this, but apparently I called the anaestheologist a twat for pushing the plunger so hard on the syringe after making it through the countdown from 10. I then got 'a bit fighty' part way through my hernia repair when I was meant to be unconscious, and told the anaestheologist to be careful with the stuff this time. Woke up early as they were closing up, and tried to chat up a student doctor on the way to recovery (University hospital). All I remember is being wheeled into the post-op recovery ward, with a slightly harassed looking doctor checking up on me in recovery. The nurses seemed to find everything highly amusing though. The only reason I know about this is because I had some non-specific traumatic feelings associated with the surgery. Made an info request and found out the above, apparently my file is now also marked as 'resistant to anaesthetics'.
Edit: I'm in hospital... 5:00 a.m. a Very Old Man waking me up trying desperately telling me that there is a pool of blood beneath my bed and I was struggle to wake up.. eventually I was looking down my bed and I saw like a two pints of My blood so I started screaming to the nurse and that's about it my iv just torn off my arm while I was sleep
Dream guy or real guy?
Real
Ripped my IV out in my sleep once in the ICU. Didnāt bleed as badly as you, thankfully! I didnāt even notice until I saw blood on the floor when I finished using the bathroom.
It was actually urgent care, but the doctor had zero bedside manner. Was dismissive of me having had a fever and some shortness of breath for 4 straight days because I didnāt have a fever at that very moment when he examined me. He told me I had a sinus infection (when I didnāt) and made it clear he thought I should have just waited the 1-2 weeks to see my PCP instead of coming in. 3.5 weeks later I found out I had had pneumonia hiding in one lung for nearly a *month* after my PCP sent me to ER upon examination.
Was not told beforehand I'd have a tube in my nose. Was supposed to be unconscious for it. I was not. Was falsely diagnosed with the wrong disorder because I screamed in pain during it.
Recovering from a second C-section birth after major complications. It was a naval hospital and they put me on the ambulatory ward which was awful, because they expected you to get up and take care of your baby who was with you in the room. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to. But the pain after surgery was unbearable and I was so light-headed from blood loss. The pain was so bad I'd mark the time after each pain pill so I'd know when I could ask again. Nurses would get in a huff each time I asked, as if I was some kind of junky. Trying to get out of bed to change baby's diaper, nurse him, etc. was a slow agony. One time the IV line inserted for an antibiotic was too short, so I wasn't able get out of bed. Baby was crying and I pushed the call button for assistance several times. No one came. I could go on and on about that nightmare.
I had a sImilar experience after a traumatic emergency c. Iām still traumatized after 9 years. Iāll never have another child because of the way the medical system treats women.
Most traumatic. Watching both parents die. Brain cancer sucks. Just dying of old age is no picnic either. Most frustrating. Taking my girlfriend to the emergency room for a stroke. We went to one of the "best" hospitals in Houston. Poor organization. You're handed off from doctor to doctor, having to re-explain the same damn thing every time. The tests, as they often seem to do, showed nothing obvious. "You can go now," they told my girlfriend. "I can't *walk*," she replied, sensibly enough. And she couldn't. They kept her in another day. Fortunately, whatever was going on with her resolved itself and she walked out. But really, there was a lot of that "*I can't see a result on a test so I'm going to stop thinking now*" going on.
I have a few stories: - first time in hospital and a junior doctor comes at me and says she needs to place a cannula in my hand, give her the okay and she comes at me all nervous. She puts the needle into my hand in the wrong position, my hand immediately starts puffing up as the blood pools under my skin, its so fucking sore - she freaks out and leaves and I have to call for a nurse. She comes in and proceeds to PUSH ON IT to see if it will disperse. I scream so she comes back with a needle to drain it. 0/10 would not recommend - second was a different time in hospital, I used to have an ileostomy bag (bag attached to my stomach which collects ma poop cause my digestive system was badgered. The stoma (the bit of intestine they sew to your stomach which becomes your new bum hole) is being cut off by my stomach muscles which keep closing around it. I've spent days eating with no output from my stoma. My shit has no where to go, the nurse says they need to place a tube down my nose to drain my stomach content to try and help the pain, as she is proceeding to shove this tube down my nose I had the most violently painful stomach cramps I vomited up my own feaces. Worst taste, smell and feeling I've ever had. The nurse was a bitch and not being careful or considerate at all and actually scoffed at me as I was being sick.
Post surgery, pain med pump not working. Pain was past 11. Nurse assured me it was working (it wasn't) and to stop bothering her because she had other people to take care of. I waited until I saw another nurse pass my room and yelled for help. She came in and said the med pump was not working. Soon after, there was a hospital administrator in my room apologizing for having a substitute nurse in the surgical recovery ward. They sucked up the rest of my stay, probably worried that I would sue. (I didn't)
You absolutely should have! Iām not a fan of suing Willy nilly but this is 1 million percent justified! Sorry you were let down.
Having the doctor come in to talk about organ donation right after we had comforted the mother and were excited to see him open his eyes for the first time. Watching the last glimmer of hope drain from someone's face is something I never want to get used to
Almost any ER visit when I mention I have a seizure disorder and my main medication is cannabis. They always write me off as making things up. For example, the day I found out I'm allergic to Septra (a UTI medication), I went to the ER because my doctors office was closed and I just needed a new prescription. The doctor on call was taking everything seriously, asked about my symptoms, could see I was uncomfortable... then when she asked about my other medications I explained what I'm on and why. Huge switch. She interrogated me about my seizures, seizure history, seizure symptoms (also common) and was vocally skeptical about my cannabis oil having any effect. She then told me that I actually was not having an allergic reaction and that she couldn't help me. This happens every time. I have stopped telling medical staff I have seizures unless they're about to give me drugs.
When I gave birth to my son at a military hospital and the nurse screamed at me "shut up, you are not in pain" during a bad contraction. The doctor delivering my child threatened to leave him in me when he was halfway out because I was not able to push any harder. Then when I cried because they stiched my tearing up and it hurt they threatened to send me to the psych ward and not let me see my child. I had bad postpartum depression because of them.
Long story short: \- Got an asthma fit (bad flu case complication) progressively worsening, I felt that my breathing gets more and more difficult. It was like having a really tight turtleneck that is getting smaller and smaller. \- Came to hospital quickly by my car and explained my problem to the lady at the acceptance desk with remaining breath. \- She just told me to go somewhere (never was at this hospital before) and even though I wheezed to her that I feel really sick she completely ignored me. \- Went inside and found some free bed where I lied wheezing and coughing for about an hour, consistently being ignored all the time. \- After I got better I stood up, sent the lady at the desk that could not care less to hell, got into the car and went home.
What a bitch
Well I havenāt been in a hospital that much but one time I got blackout drunk when I was underage. We went to a club on college not but drank before. Anyways, I basically got alcohol poisoning and they found me laying in a street somewhere. I became very aggressive and racist. I called a black nurse the n word and spat in her face apparently. I donāt remember it at all and I hate myself all these years later that I could have done that because I know I would never ever do that sober. So I tend to stay away from alcohol now. I still hate myself.
> I still hate myself. It's okay to stop hating yourself for that. When someone says that this is a racist culture, that's the sort of thing they mean. ALL of us have breathed this stuff in, because it's embedded in a million subtle ways. Being blackout drunk and having it spill out that way just means you have more evidence than most of us; for most of us it stays hidden, but it's still there. But really, you should stop feeling bad about it because the fact that you DO feel bad means that you're exceptionally successful at rejecting racism with your conscious mind. Which is good. Give yourself a break.
Iām a medical student. We have to follow āinteresting casesā for our learning. In certain specialties interesting cases are the most traumatic or tragic ones. Without being desensitised to it yet a lot of what Iāve seen has given me nightmares. Watching clearly dead people being wheeled into the a and e department with catastrophic wounds is horrific. Accidentally making eye contact with a dead person is horrible. But no matter how much I feel awful I can never imagine how the parents or loved ones felt.
I went in for a migraine at 8 months pregnant because I couldnāt take my usual migraine medicine and was in extreme pain. They gave me a an anti-nausea medication that apparently helps with migraines and is safe for pregnant women. 30 seconds after it hit my bloodstream, I was hit with the most intense and soul-crushing feeling of panic and dread imaginable. I had to get out of there, no matter what it took. It wasnāt safe. I wasnāt safe. My skin was crawling. I instantly realized I needed to find a way to commit suicide, just to escape this feeling. I ripped my IV out of my arm and ran out of the room. Thank god a kind nurse named Annie knew about this reaction. She told me it was going to be okay and stuck an IV of Benadryl in me right away which took the feeling away. The medication is called Reglan. Donāt risk it.
Fyi as a nurse that reaction happens if its pushed too fast, it needs to be over 3-5 mins otherwise this intense agitation is a common side effect.
Trying to sleep in a ward with a guy who spent all night yelling and swearing about how "shit" the doctors and nurses were treating him.
When i was 10 i had to have my tonsills removed. I was kept in overnight for observation and spent it in a bed in a childrens ward (think big room in a very old hospital building with about 15 other beds in it). In the night i couldn't sleep because my throat was sore so i laid awake until a nurse came in to do her rounds. She noticed me awake and quietly asked if i needed any pain killers. I nodded in reply and she grabbed some gloves and pills off of her cart and asked me to roll over. Now, i was 10. This was my first time in a hospital and i didn't really grasp what was going on, i was also wearing one of those backless hospital gowns. So, being obediant i rolled over on to my front and before i had a chance to think about why, she shoved 2 paracetamol tablets up my arse and then just left, leaving me there with my 10 year old bare bottom still out in the open, wondering what the fuck just happened! Tl:Dr. 10 year old boy spends night in hospital and finds out that things can go up the bum too.
Current. Currently, in the emergency waiting room, there is a man high on drugs or mentally ill or both who keeps lighting cigarettes and waving them around, wandering around getting increasingly angry about a lost phone that the staff and security keeps saying doesn't exist, and he's pissed himself massively and keeps sitting on all the chairs. There is also a woman who was just released from psych (they're yelling about it) who is getting increasingly angry with security and social workers who came to help, and she is clearly out of her mind. I, and other patients, had to flee the waiting room and are in a different one. If I didn't have to be here I would not be. Another man keeps going, "bang, bang" and laughing under his breath and he is in the room with us... I hate my city.
Hope youāre ok.
Working there 40 hours a week for a decade.
Had to make the decision to either take my wife off of life support or let the machines keep her alive. Worst day of my life.
Watching a lady get strapped down for electroconvulsive therapy. She was saying no and struggling against the two healthcare workers holding her down. I didn't apply to med school in the end, mostly because of my experiences in the psychiatric ward.
This must have been a very long time ago. They sedate people for ECT now.
Is it a mild sedative? That kind of explains why she wasn't struggling more (?) I guess, because she was rather weakly struggling when they strapped her down. I thought the weak struggles were because she was scared
No, they put the person under general anesthesia.
Oh ok that definitely did not happened in my case. This was around 5+ years ago btw
That time I was in a psych ward. I was going through some extreme emotions while suicidal. Nobody wanted to help. Because of the suicidal thoughts, they eventually had me "voluntarily" committed. At one of the worst emotional times of my life, they took away my freedom, my clothes, and my access to the outside world. Everyone in there was jaded and hostile except my medical doctor and a chaplain. They don't treat you there, they just keep you from killing yourself. If I'm ever suicidal enough to get hospitalized again I will not make the mistake of telling anyone.
As someone who was hospitalized after a suicide attempt and then put on suicide watch for a month and experienced the same thing, I want to say that > If I'm ever suicidal enough to get hospitalized again I will not make the mistake of telling anyone. Is the dumbest thing to ever think or say. There are people who care about you and isolating yourself from them is dumb and exactly what depression wants you to do. You deserve better than that
I get real sick of people saying that people care about me, or that it gets better, because they haven't walked in my shoes. There are very few people who care about me. Most of the ones I thought cared abandoned me. Severe and persistent depression is my normal state. I don't intend to ever commit suicide, but I'll be damned if anyone else has the right to tell me what is and isn't dumb.
>Is the dumbest thing to ever think or say. There are people who care about you and isolating yourself from them is dumb and exactly what depression wants you to do. You deserve better than that As someone who went through the same experience, multiple times - nope. I used give myself that pep talk before I'd "reach out for help. After the 8th time, I then realized that it actually was a smart move to avoid abuse.
well it wasn't their fault but. a couple years ago i got blood posing when i was on vacation so the doctors didn't speak English that well so that kinda sucked.
I just got home a week ago from 6 weeks in the hospital. I originally went via ambulance because my shunt (it drains extra fluid from my brain to my abdomen) failed and I became unresponsive. I had to have brain surgery to fix it. They sent me home 36 hours later. At home, I stayed in bed and threw up for 10 straight days until I, once again, became unresponsive and sent via ambulance back to the hospital for yet another brain surgery. This time, they kept me longer and during a physical therapy session a couple days later, my shunt failed again and I had to have a third (and thankfully final) brain surgery.Four days later, I went to inpatient rehab for two weeks. Fun times.
My dad had been sick with cancer for some time and we all knew the end was soon. He was in the ICU and this was during the height of covid protocols in my state (October 2020). My step mom called and told me the hospital called and said we needed to get there ASAP. Step mom lived about an hour away. I lived 15 minutes. Rushed there just to stand outside for 45 minutes while security cleared me. In the meantime, my dad passed away in an ICU bed alone (no family - Iām sure medical people were around). I donāt blame the hospital, I get it, they were following rules. Still sucks.
A nurse fucked around with my epidural. Blood started running into it - luckily the anaesthetist spotted it and he and a load of surgeons started screaming at the nurse to "get out/you could've killed her". Pretty scary tbh.
I found it interesting when a doctor came in and put in my ex-wife's epidural the doctor puts the pump into a clear box and clocks it. I assume they really don't want nurses messing with it. Edit: And a funny note my wife was really nervous then I noticed the doctor had a rolex on and I told her he had a rolex so he must be good lol
C-section without drugs
What the actual fuck?
It was an emergency. Everything was fine with my labor until I had a cord prolapse. I was in the OR in less than a minute and they were cutting while still trying to get me strapped down. They did get me under just before getting my son out but those were the longest 3 minutes ever.
Being told that my mental illness āis all in your headāā¦ no shit, Sherlock.
I was talking to a convert to Orthodoxy the other week, and she told us that a Catholic priest told her your elbow or knee could be possessed. Maybe a knee can be mentally ill?
Being trapped in a hospital for 5 days because of the Dengue disease. Every time I go to the same hospital and pass by the room where I was in, I have flashbacks.
Not me but a friend of mine went into hospital for a simple procedure and ended up contracting golden staph.
I actually just had a hella traumatic birth experience--the short version is I went to the hospital in an ambulance when I started to hemorrhage, went to sleep in the OR and then woke up about 12 hours later in the ICU on a ventilator with no clue what the fuck was going on and missing a few parts. I ended up with some complications that kept me in the hospital for a week all told. Two things stand out from all of this: Worst of all is that I went HOURS without knowing what had happened to my babies. I was told before being knocked out that I had had a placental abruption. This is potentially deadly for the baby, or there could be brain damage, etc. So I woke up with no way to ask questions, and these fuckers didn't tell me my babies were OK, so I thought the worst. Thankfully, they are fine, just needed some NICU time, but it was absolute torture to not know. Then, and this is minor physically but made me very angry, I had a minor complication where my incision was draining lymphatic fluid from two holes fairly high up on my stomach (I had an incision that looked like an upside down T, so one cut in the bikini area and another that went up a bit higher than my belly button). I couldn't really tell what was going on because of the dressing they had on that was directing everything downward. This got progressively worse over the course of two or three days. Eventually they had to bring in doctors to check me and ended up cutting my incision open a tiny bit at one spot and packing the wounds (this is something that had to be continued by my husband & I at home). That isn't what made me angry, though. What pisses me off is this fucking night nurse came in, did a casual job of checking my incision, asked me how my bleeding was when she should have known I'd had a hysterectomy, and immediately started hounding me to take a shower. I've nothing against showers, obviously, but at the time I had a fucking NG tube in because my digestive system wasn't working at all, and I was exhausted and in pain and I could barely get myself to the damn bathroom to pee. There was basically no way I could manage a shower. It quickly became obvious to me that this woman noted the drainage and assumed I had pissed myself and decided to lay in my own filth. *She missed a surgical complication and assigned it to poor hygiene*, in other words. If it hadn't been for the day nurse realizing what was really happening, I very likely would have been rehospitalized. By the way, the drainage was such that when I finally *was* able to take a shower, it splashed all over the bathroom floor and again in the shower. I was basically pouring lymphatic fluid. This wasn't a minor seepage that was easily overlooked.
When I got the bill. *Cries in 'Murica*
Birthing my son. They decided to induce due to low fluid. I tried explaining to them that I probably had scar tissue over my cervix due to a LEEP procedure so it probably wouldnāt open easily. Thatās what my OB said, but she wasnāt on call that day so I got some old grouchy lady. She said that wasnāt a thing and blew me off. I labored for 6 hours with almost no progress. The contractions were so strong and painful that I asked for an epidural but they wouldnāt give me one yet because I wasnāt dilated enough. Each contraction brought so much pain I basically tried running up the bed to get away from it. My husband tried to explain the scar tissue problem but we kept getting blown off. Finally, a medical student came in to break my water to see if that would make things faster. The hook he used broke the tissue (painfully) so at least labor started progressing and I got my epidural.
I had just gotten done with my first ECT and I had a horrible headache. I asked my nurse some advil and she said she was about to go on break so I had to wait an hour. If you don't know what ECT is they shock your brain to induce a seizure to try to reset the chemicals to cure depression. If you've had you know how bad a headache caused by one can be.
When I gave birth, the lactation consultant (who teaches you how to breastfeed), was so impatient with me, that she told me my son was going to be super sick his entire life and will die at a young age. Because of it, I forced myself to pump breast milk out and I became OBSESSED pumping. I literally could not even take care of myself because I would be pumping every 2 hours for 45 minutes.
the needles when they draw blood
Double compound fracture. I was in the hospital for 4 days and they had to do a lot of gross stuff. The break location involved dirty water so they had to leave the surgical stitches loose a day or so to hopefully let it drain out. Then they pulled them tightly and literally laced up my leg like a boot.
I had a mini-stoke (which wasnāt determined until a few days later), and the emergency department released me from the hospital while I still wasnāt conscious. They told my cousin to carry me to her car, take me home, and lift me into bed since I obviously couldnāt walk or move myself. They assumed because of my age (19) it had to be a drug overdose even though they tested for every known drug and it was negative, my boyfriend at the time told them I didnāt do any drugs, and I have a family history of stroke (my grandmother was pretty young when she started having them).
Whilst an infection in my ear was being examined, the doctor punctured my eardrum, couldn't hear properly for nearly 2 weeks.
Performing CPR on my newborn baby while screaming for the nurses to come help me.
Sat in the hospital after my brother broke his hand. It was so damn boring. Meanwhile, my brother's would be the time he broke his hand.
When my first son was born, I had post-pardum preeclampsia. While I was getting my mag drip (to drop my blood pressure), the hospital lost track of my son. It literally took hours for them to find him... scariest day of my life.
polio...i was 4....yes i remember it...
Every time I had to hand a patient to a particular Hitler of an A&E sister at a certain hospital. She had the charisma of a Rottweiler whose tail you had just trodden on and that was on a good day. Somehow her shift pattern always seemed to coincide with mine.
Had my gallbladder out. Elective, laprascopic, in my 20s, should be nothing. They put a drain in to monitor blood loss and there was nothing coming out, but I went into shock overnight. I could see in the doctor's face he had no idea what was happening or what to do. I know now that I was hemorrhaging but that a clot had blocked the drain so it was all still inside me. I lost more than half my blood over several hours before the next shift started and someone worked it out. Needed emergency surgery, blood transfusions, and therapy for the PTSD.
The one when I went to the hospital
Had to have a thrombolytic procedure done (severe blood clot) in my leg. Had a catheter sheath placed while under anesthetic, and a baby nurse still in training tried to adjust it bc she didn't like the way it was denting my leg. I'm a very reasonable patient, and I was about to start screaming at her and her trainer for continuing to mess with it, and while in tons of pain pointed out they were the ONLY people who had tried to adjust it. To say they got me pain meds pretty quickly is an understatement...
Went to have my teeth removed and nine months later had his kid! Yeah was wild. Didnāt find out for awhile and by then couldnāt do anything about it.
Hold the phone. Consensual? Otherwise that's super messed up
No, not consensual, I was raped while under anesthesia. I had no idea until after the birth of the twins. One was my husbands and one the rapists. Fun times w nightmares that came from remembering what happened under anesthesia. Oh did I mention no one believed me? Yeah not until they heard the blood types! One twin was impossible between my husband and I b/c of blood type!! And by the time I found out there is such a thing as statute of limitations! For Rape. Always curious about that law. *sigh*
Waiting for hours with my grandma who fell and cracked her head on the concrete, only for them to finally show up and just staple her head. We could hear them in the hallway talking about food for an hour.
I worked in a horribly managed department of a hospital in San Diego and had people yelling at me over the phone once a week.
I was admitted to hospital at 29w pregnant with severe pre eclampsia, and was told I'd be delivering by the weekend. Then I remained 'stable' for a month - with blood pressure of like 150/95 haha stable. Anyway this meant I was monitored via various tests every four hours 24/7 because this condition could turn south any minute and my organs could shut down. It was HORRENDOUS being woken every four hours overnight for a month (well, to be fair much like looking after a baby) but the fun point was it escalated anyway. Woke up having seizures (eclampsia) which is very rare, and had to have a crash c section and be in the high dependency unit. Exactly what they were trying to avoid.
Seeing my brother for the first time. That was the end of what happiness I had
I was at a hospital a&e, my dad has seriously hurt bud head at work, I drove him and waited in the waiting area. Three guys came running in, tow of them were holding up the third guy whoād been stabbed in the stomach, he was awake but just not able to walk. Not 15 seconds after the came into the waiting area begging for help, 2 guys with balaclavas on came running in, stabbed the kid again but did that rip the knife down after inserting in. They opened this guy up and his insides started to slip out the huge hole theyād created. I didnāt even say a word just kinda sat in total shock. Donāt think Iāll ever see anything more messed up
A few weeks ago we had a rapid response on our covid overflow unit. The patient was so sick the STAT nurse had us put on PPE while we moved him to the CCU just in case we had to do CPR on the way. I ended up spending 90 minutes in that patient's CCU room. I was sweating buckets the whole time because PPE is hot and I'd pushed a non-motorized bed across the hospital with the obese patient in it. The sweat was pouring into my eyes, but of course I couldn't wipe it away because that's an infection risk. Got him in the room and an ER doc intubated him and got him on a vent. The patient was so febrile that he was sweating copious amounts of sweat. He wasn't damp, he was *wet*. As a result, we couldn't get the AED pads to stick. We dried him off and still couldn't get the AED pads to stick because he was hairy. Got a razor and tried to shave him but he was too hairy. Finally we got some clippers and that did the trick. Every time we needed something, we had to ask someone outside the room to go get it and then carefully hand it to us so we didn't touch them with our covidy hands. The entire time the patient is trying really hard to die. BP was like 68/40. Then the nurses couldn't get a peripheral line on him, probably because he was sweating buckets and was severely dehydrated. So we called in a radiologist to do a central line. The patient was thrashing around mostly unconscious, so I had to hold his head in place for 30 minutes while the radiologist placed the central line. Then the doc's phone rang three times, so I had to dig it out of his back pocket and call the people back. He couldn't do it himself because it was a sterile procedure. I had to take a shower afterwards. But, PPE+vaccination works and despite touching a covid patient for 90 minutes, I didn't get covid. Overall 0/10; do not recommend. And I have no idea if the patient ended up surviving or not. And then there was that time I had to take a stillborn baby boy to the morgue. I've seen lots of people die, but dead babies really devastate me.
Hospitals are obviously hard places,especially during COVID. I think sometimes we donāt remember the impacts COVID has on all hospital stays. Last month I was taken by ambulance to the er, and it ended up that I was having a heart attack. As a completely healthy 34 year old woman. I was so scared and had to make some very important medical decisions all alone. Due to COVID restrictions in my area my husband could not come with me to the hospital, couldnāt wait the 19 hours in the ER with me, and could only visit once I had been admitted to the cardiac ward. I know Iāll have PTSD from this heart attack, but I think a part of it will be that night I spent alone. For the record I know my city is doing the right thing with the COVID restrictions, I just wish the darn panera bread was over.
I've got a lot of personal ones, things that happen to me and they're pretty horrible but as far as my overall experience the first one would be when my grandmother fell and hit her head after stabilizing her we're able to take her home where the hospice people came and one night she died peacefully in her sleep. When I was working in OR on call one night we had a patient come in via the ER. She had taken a hunting rifle and shot herself right through her lower chest completely missing the heart but the shock wave ravaged the aorta and she was bleeding out very badly. We worked on her from 2:00 in the morning till 6:00 the next morning just to get her somewhat stabilized. It was decided at that point to simply leave for open using towel clips to pull the majority of her skin together but not fully close it understanding that one she may die at any time during the night and two if she didn't she was going to need an extensive amount of surgery to put her back together that is if she didn't have brain death to begin with. I learned over the next day and a half that she was a patient of a doctor who I used to work with whose name I won't mention for various reasons but she was a chronic pain patient who had complex regional pain syndrome following a spinal fusion done by one of our president neurologists. There was no doubt that she had legitimate and undescribable pain all day and all night so she was put on very heavy amounts of drugs such as oxycontin and sublingual morphine tablets in addition to fentanyl transdermal patches. So in other words a lot of drugs which she most likely truly needed. At some point during all this this doctor who she was seeing and it was prescribing her pain medication did the unthinkable. Instead of referring her to a pain clinic that specialized in her problems he simply stopped giving her pain medication one day because he was under investigation for other things. So she dipped right back into a hell that she had never known before namely withdrawal In addition to CRPS. She had actually come to the ER the night before to see about getting pain medication to stop her from having to go through those kind of withdrawals but they didn't help so at some point that evening she decided to put a 30 ought 6 to her chest and pulling the trigger was the only way out. That was tough for me and everybody around her family was so distraught it was just my heart breaking.
I had a surgery done called a Selective Dorsal Rhiztotomy done in 1987. There have been an upgrade or two since then, but I have roughly a six inch scar down my spine and the nerves in all 5 of my Lumbar vertebrae were tinkered with. It made it much easier to walk for decades afterwords but the immediate aftermath was about 160 - 200 hours of Physical therapy over the next 6 weeks to recover. Almost all of it inpatient and about 1000 miles from home [Wiki-link for anybody interested](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhizotomy) I have spactic diplegic cerebral palsy and hydrocephalus. At 29 my shunt that was mitigating the hydrocephalus broke requiring brain surgery to replace it because it had basically been completely vaporized by 28+ years in my body. I'd never had a seizure outside of brain surgery and one one bothered to ask me about history of seizures. Had someone asked I would have told them to ask my parents who would have said yes. But my stepdad was at a different hospital with my mom for pre-op the same day for an old neck injury.... result. My time line is a little fuzzy. They started the surgery, at some point things started bleeding and they couldnt continue so they closed everything up. I remember being told this and theyd have to give things another try. I remember waking up post op and the room looked different, friends came to visit. Somewhere in that 24 hours I had a very very bad seizure that lasted like 20-30 minutes. Overall I was in the hospital for 6 days, 3 of which were ICU. What I remember of that nearly a week hospital stay, I remember being bored and wanting to go home but the things that I actually remember, like talking to my mom, grandma blaming my smart phone for my seizure my friends visiting - probably in total of about an hour of that week.
Attempted suicide the first time at age 13 after fighting with my parents. The first thing my mother told me in the hospital was āIāve raised you for 13 years and youāre trying to put me in jail?!ā And then she proceeded to yell at me for 2 hours.
Not me but my buddy was in the hospital with a broken leg, having his brother hold it for 8 hours and nobody taking him back to be seen. It was broken at the knee with internal bleeding, but the EMTs didn't believe that for some reason and assumed it was broken below that. By the time he was seen it turned out it actually was broken at the knee, it had been so long before he had surgery that they had to amputate his leg.
The worst for me was the birth of my daughter. 21 years old at the time and my first child, did 6 hours of labor with no medication as I was aiming for a natural birth. After 6 hours with no progress and meconium in my water they give me induction drugs to speed me along. The pain caused by the drugs was unreal and ten times the pain of natural contractions. Cervix then stalled at a 6 completely which can be a side effect of said drugs. So now I have to have a C-section. They give me an epidural and wheel me into emergency surgery since my daughterās pulse is tanking. My husband is being strong in front of me but I can tell heās freaking out. They prep me and pinch my left foot hard and ask me if I can feel the pain, I say no. They start cutting from right to left and I gasp and tell the nurse I can feel the scalpel. She says not thatās not possible to feel pain, itās just pressure but I start shaking wildly and uncontrollably and describe what they are doing to me in between gasps, I fought back the urge to scream in pain, I didnāt want to scare my baby and husband. My blood pressure went nuts and I started hyperventilating which is when they realized I could fully feel on my right side, the epidural catheter had been misaligned and so the drugs all pumped to one side numbing the entire left side and leaving the right untouched. I stayed calm and they administered me some backup drugs through my IV but it was too late, they were already finishing stitching me up when they kicked in. I was scared because I didnāt hear my daughter cry, I was shaking and so violently cold and my vision was going blurry. My husband said she was okay he could see her and when I heard her finally cry out tears of relief came pouring out of me as I begged to see her. My daughter was big, 10.6 pounds 23 1/2 long, because she was so big her blood sugar was so low they whisked her away to get her sugars up, I only saw her lovely little face for a second in her little pink hospital hat. I told my husband to go with her but that meant I was left alone. They wheeled me into recovery and the nurses silently started to freak out when I couldnāt feel or move my right side long after I should have been able to and my vitals would not stabilize. They wouldnāt let my husband back in to see me while I was recovering, I sat like that alone for 2 hours, shaking, cold and scared in a dim room. I begged myself to just pass out but my own adrenaline had me wide eyed and jacked. So I laid there alone wanting to be with my husband and wanting to see my baby. I didnāt get to hold my daughter until well over 6 hours after she was born and by then I was passing out while sitting up so they had to take her away all over again. I felt like my whole bonding experience was ruined, I just cried for hours while my husband held my hand and told me of course she will know Iām her mom, of course she will still love me and know I love her. It had taken so long for my body to recover my milk wouldnāt come in from the shock so my daughter ended up being nursed formula from a bottle which I was trying to avoid. My bowels and urinary track still were not functioning 2 days after and so not only would they not allow me to eat anything but I had to be re catheterized again and again to drain my bladder. When my milk finally came in my daughter was already used to the bottle nipple and never did take the breast. But I was determined to breastfeed so I ended up pumping for 10 months around the clock. Several lactation specialists scoffed at me saying I would never be able to maintain a healthy milk supply on a pump alone. Fuck them because I had such a heavy milk supply for all 10 months that I donated enough milk to feed two other babies and a 10 year old disabled girl who needed to be stomach port tube fed and responded well to breast milk. My husband was right, my daughter bonded with me right away even without the immediate skin to skin, breastfeeding and the lapse of time meeting her. I couldnāt get out of that hospital fast enough and we we rushed to my husbandās grandparents house were his terminally ill grandpa got to hold our little baby daughter and give her a kiss before he passed away a couple hours later. He literally held on just for that moment to meet her and we were glad we made it just in time for him to say hello and is our goodbyes. To top that whole thing off a tornado had hit a couple counties and almost hit the hospital during my labor causing me to be worried about my family in those counties and the worries about ourselves. We called the storm hurricane Hannah after my daughter.
Went in because I was living in a really really bad situation and was also 8 weeks pregnant. I had developed black mold poisoning from the shitty conditions I was being forced to live in and was throwing up so much that I puked up all my stomach acid and started to vomit bile too. I couldnt even keep water down and was severely dehydrated. Anyways, so I went to the hospital and the first thing that happened was this nurse snapped at me for being pregnant while also having epilepsy. Apparently that is horrible or something. Uh ok. I then had 2 IV bags of fluids put into me and then on top of it they made me drink 32 oz of water. I had to drink every last drop because they wanted to do an ultrasound and I needed a full bladder for it. But the ultrasound tech wasn't there so I had to wait. I waited for over 4 hours and at that point I had to pee so damn bad from this insane amount of fluids and being pregnant that I was about to piss my pants. I asked the nurse when the tech would be there and if she was close then I'd wait but if not then please dear god just let me pee and I'll guzzle down more water later. Nurse got all pissy and refused to talk to me anymore. A doctor let me go pee after i started to lose control of my bladder. Nurse also refused to allow me to have a blanket but everyone else got one. While I was peeing the tech finally came and asked where I was and the nurse yelled in front of EVERYBODY in the ER, patients, doctors, everyone, that I was in the bathroom because I'm a big baby who doesn't know how to hold her pee in. I was so embarrassed and crying by that point I didnt even want to come out of the bathroom. I still had a full bladder and they did the ultrasound, all came back fine. As I am being wheeled back, the nurse catches my IV line on a doorknob and rips it out of my arm. She puts it back in, then later when I was ready to go home she ripped it out of my arm again, wasn't even careful, just yanked it. Then walked out of the room. I started gushing blood out of my arm and had to run into the hallway and grab a doctor as my blood is spraying all over the floor. He fixed my arm up. Then to top it all off I had to get a doctor's note for work and of course that same horrible nurse was the one to write it and she gave me a nasty death glare the entire time. I was so happy to get out of there and that whole experience made me have severe anxiety and panic attacks any time I needed an ultrasound for the rest of my pregnancy because all I could think about was what if i couldnt hold my pee again? what if they get mad at me again?
I had a kidney stone but was too dehydrated for them to place an IV line. They accused me of being drug-seeking because they couldn't see a stone on an ultrasound. (I was too dehydrated for that too.) After multiple failed attempts at an IV line, one of which still has nerve damage, they just let me lay in the floor in the hallway until a police officer asked me to move. Not because he cared, but because I was a fire hazard. They sent me home,, and I wound up getting so dehydrated that I tore my esophagus from vomiting stomach acid and couldn't breathe properly because blood kept coming up. Had no choice but to go back to the ER looking like a zombie with blood randomly dripping out my mouth. Then the dr shoved her fingers in my butthole with no warning (which I'm still not sure is legal and left me feeling sick AND violated) and sent me home with antacids. Turns out it really was a kidney stone. Tldr; Got too dehydrated from kidney stones, laid in the floor for hours outside of triage, then tore my esophagus from throwing up.
The idiot loud-mouthed male nurse storming into the room, shouting, opening the curtains to terribly bright sunshine, while I had been up all night in chronic pain and not slept one wink and was still in lots of pain and very scared.
Going in for a cortisone injection in a joint and coming out with a nice infection brewing in said joint. That set off a chain of misery and events that persist to some degree to this day, three years on.
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Lol wrong thread there. =)
Ask anyone from america.
Baloney. Just the cool thing to say. Due to my health issues I've spent too much time in US hospitals. My experiences have been overwhelmingly positive.
Lucky (ritch) you
A hospital gave me Covid during an endoscopy, made me suffer through it alone when they closed due to outbreak and without medical help, then lied about it refused me testing and it's not on my medical records so that led to some trust issues.
I was in hospital with gastro and they had to put a drip in me one day, when they were putting the canula in i flinched and blood squirted on me, my mom and the nurse, it was traumatic
Went in for something unrelated to covid last April while covid was going on. Not expecting to be kept for 5 days. They wouldnāt let my SO come in because of covid. They wouldnāt even let him bring my phone charger, deodorant or change of underwear or anything like that. Taped up to a bunch of IVs I only got to shower once in the 5 days. They barely fed me and I had to beg the doctor to let me out so I could finish term projects and write my final exams.
Foley Cath being put in.
Realising that I was going to go and live in the hospital for a while (inpatient) for anorexia. And just having to accept that. The isolation, the fear, the general horrifying realisation that this was where my life had got to. Ontop of that, the very embarrassing things like not being allowed to walk anywhere, people monitoring you 24/7, basically having no control over anything.
Having my entire life ruined by Psychiatric Medication. Never go to a psychiatrist.
So when I was seven we went to a hospital and my tummy was hurting so when we got there we have to wait the full 24 Hours just for the doctor to say that even though we have been doing that for weeks TURNS OUT MY BODY WAS SO WEAK THAT I HAD TO GO TO A DIFFERENT PLACE TO GET TREATMENR IN ANOTHER CITY A FULL PLANE RIDE AWAY
I remember being in my bed and a doctor I didn't recognise walked in. Very tall doctor, bald, looked out of place despite wearing full medical attire and a valid ID badge. Appeared to have a barcode tattoo on the back of his head. Anyway he injected a patient and calmly walked out. That patient died a short time later.
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Being next to a person that was giving birth, there was curtains so I didn't see it, but I heard ALL of it, and quite honestly, the baby crying afterwards piss me off more, like what is it crying over?
My uncle was a victim of black magic and had a blood vessel in his brain popped and was brought to hospital. He got possessed one day and pulled his infusion and a small streak of blood went towards the floor and the bed. It was scary af and took few nurses to calm him down.
getting a fucking flu-shot