We left of Part 1 with Nurse Ratchet doing what she thought was proper I suppose, but after I stepped in, well let’s just say I didn’t see her for the rest of the night!  Ok, so I don’t have to worry about Nurse Ratchet any longer, what else could possibly happen…Well, the circus just so happened to come to town that night.    

Let me tell you what we are dealing with regarding this Hospital.  This Hospital is highly regarded by..well, someone I guess.  They have won lots of awards and claim to be on the Forbes list of best places to work and they have also turned this hospital into “Medical University”.  Which I am guessing translates into “Campus hospital that pays low wages to young inexperienced interns that are trusted with our loved ones”.  

It is around 11 pm now and an older nurse in blue scrubs (we will call her Hazel – she looked like a Hazel) comes in and shows me where the ‘call Nurse’ button is on the TV remote.  There is also one on the bed frame but she told me it didn’t work.  I suppose it really sucks for the patient in bed, by themselves, drugged up needing to call the nurse but can’t find the remote!! Man, that has GOT to SUCK !!

1130 pm and he still is not hooked up to any equipment yet to disperse pain meds, IV, etc.  The equipment never made it to the floor, so it was MIA in the hospital somewhere.

1155 pm – Finally hooked up with an IV – Remember he has not eaten in 28 hours now.  Still no pain meds because the pharmacy didn’t want to give the nurse what she wanted.  Not really sure what was going on with this but they finally came to an agreement around 1215 am and pain meds arrived.

Shortly after this another young inexperienced nurse type of person comes in to change the cath. bag.  She stated that she didn’t know how to do this so she got some help (hey, at least she asked).  She then proceeds to rinse the pee container in the hand sink – the same sink that drinking water is expected to be gotten from.  Call me crazy again, but I am not too certain that the drinking water sink should be used as a urine rinsing sink.  For that matter, what was the cup of red liquid (maybe blood, maybe the kool-aid man was in without my knowledge) that was in the garbage can in the restroom.  And while we are on the bathroom, doesn’t the sink look very similar to the sinks that are used in prisons?? 

It is now around 1230 am, our wonderful patient is sleeping peacefully and I am writing like a mad person all of my notes.  

Tomorrow is another day I tell myself, it can’t get worse.  I wash my face with the cheapest washcloth that has ever been known to man that they have in the hospital and curl up with a paper covered pillow – THIS PLACE REALLY SUCKS!

End of Part 2