trucked off into hospital today for my rituxan infusion. This time I went into the day ward which I had been told was 'a lovely ward'.
I beg to differ.
I was astonished, they didn't even have a patients toilet ! The ward was made up of single rooms (originally built as an isolation unit), plus a day room. Some bright spark came up with the idea of converting the day room into a day stay ward. The rest of the ward is being used for short term surgical admissions.
I was told if I want to go to the toilet, I had to trot along the corridor, go into a strangers single room and ask them if I could use their toilet in their ensuite bathroom.
WHAT ???????
Of course I told them it was outrageous etc etc, but the reality was that I was sitting there with the lure in my arm, rituxan ready to roll, and it was either can the whole thing and be admitted for the infusion another day, or put up with it. I complained to my doctor, who said he had no idea (and I believe that totally - this is the cheap ass hospital administration at work).
So I put up with it, but I plan on putting in a formal complaint tomorrow.
A friend told me I should just have peed on the floor, and i am inclined to agree !
this is just crazy. And it always happens this way, stuff at the hospital happens when I am sick (obviously, why else would I be there) which means I am least able to cope with it. Like that time I got a lecture from a nurse about the evils of homosexuality (I am a lesbian) when I was far too sick to do anything about it beyond complaining to another nurse who said she would talk to her about it.
Oh well, just another of the joys of our third world hospital system, it really is c`r`a`p.
They gave me another 1000 mg of methylpred and I slept all afternoon, sometimes steroids to that to me they just knock me out, which makes no sense really.
raglet
I beg to differ.
I was astonished, they didn't even have a patients toilet ! The ward was made up of single rooms (originally built as an isolation unit), plus a day room. Some bright spark came up with the idea of converting the day room into a day stay ward. The rest of the ward is being used for short term surgical admissions.
I was told if I want to go to the toilet, I had to trot along the corridor, go into a strangers single room and ask them if I could use their toilet in their ensuite bathroom.
WHAT ???????
Of course I told them it was outrageous etc etc, but the reality was that I was sitting there with the lure in my arm, rituxan ready to roll, and it was either can the whole thing and be admitted for the infusion another day, or put up with it. I complained to my doctor, who said he had no idea (and I believe that totally - this is the cheap ass hospital administration at work).
So I put up with it, but I plan on putting in a formal complaint tomorrow.
A friend told me I should just have peed on the floor, and i am inclined to agree !
this is just crazy. And it always happens this way, stuff at the hospital happens when I am sick (obviously, why else would I be there) which means I am least able to cope with it. Like that time I got a lecture from a nurse about the evils of homosexuality (I am a lesbian) when I was far too sick to do anything about it beyond complaining to another nurse who said she would talk to her about it.
Oh well, just another of the joys of our third world hospital system, it really is c`r`a`p.
They gave me another 1000 mg of methylpred and I slept all afternoon, sometimes steroids to that to me they just knock me out, which makes no sense really.
raglet