on thursday afternoon they finally found a bed. well, i dont think the 'found' one as such, more like one was forced. things are going so so. its extremely noisey. not normal hospital noise. the staff shout from one end of the corridor to the other because they are too freaking lazy to walk up to each other and talk quietly. people keep stopping outside my door and discussing quite loudly what they are doing on the weekend etc etc etc. doctors keep writing my meds up wrong and not looking at my notes properly so they are getting a very skewed idea of my history. one doc came in and said "oh no, you have lost 10 kilos. it says here you once weighed 77 kilos". i cracked up laughing and said "of course ive lost weight!. that was my past steroid weight!". read-my-notes-honey, ALL of my notes thanks. the nurses are injecting my medications in way too fast despite me telling them not to over and over again. 2 grams of meropenem in within 30 seconds, no joke. missed medications. found a scab, yes a SCAB in one of the drawers. there was pee on the bathroom wall. bin didnt get emptied for a whole day so there was rubbish spilling out onto the floor.
oh i feel so safe and comfortable there... not.
oh i feel so safe and comfortable there... not.