Saturday, June 27, 2015

View From a Hospital Room

Personality traits differ significantly among hospital patients, Physicians and caretakers, which can include: sympathy/aloofness, empathy/impatience, caring/apathy, patience and intolerance. Mistakes and miracles occur almost on an equal basis; patients, who should live, die and those who should have died live. Hospitals are buzzing hives of contradictions.
My bed is one of four in a well-lit room with large windows displaying the dull gray tones of a broad flat roof from the floor below. It’s a Cardiac Care Center (CCU), so all of us are hooked up to monitors, which I find comforting. This is not my first time here, yet I note changes since my last visit. Maybe my “rate our performance” opinion letters were actually read.
The nurses are exceptionally pleasant, insisting that we ring the buzzer if we need them — that is not usually the case. The Personal Care Attendants (PCA) are surprisingly young with as many men as women. They smile, ask about our lives, our comfort and show genuine warmth and caring.” Ryan,” a very young handsome man works tirelessly as a nurse’s assistant. His wide smile can’t help but make patients smile back — a beatific smile. He offers to help bathe us, but I pass. He’s about the age of my grandsons and I really can’t handle that, preferring the female PCAs who are no less enthusiastic in doing their jobs. Ryan will soon graduate as a nurse.
Another PCA, working years to support his family, decides it’s time to make a career move into nursing. He’s a no-nonsense guy in his late 30’s, and while he doesn’t radiate joy in his work, his caring is deeply sincere and conscientious. One young man, looking like a teenage football player, sits patiently feeding pureed food to a demented old woman for a solid hour, until her tray is empty. He never sighs with impatience or abruptness, but handles her as a mother would tend her young child. The woman, who can only live in the moment, won’t remember this selfless act but can, in the now, as it unfolds. I think to myself that this young man is a true angel.
Judith, once a high–income professional, upon retiring, grew bored and chose to give herself to others in the lowly occupation of hospital cleanliness maintenance. A beautiful woman, she literally races from room to room, scrubbing, mopping, and disinfecting, all the while singing cheerful songs. Her face beams with happiness while disbursing gems of wisdom and optimism to all of us. I give her a signed copy of my book and she treasures it like gold. I feel my own discomfort receding just being in her presence.
One of my roommates is discharged late at night and I am annoyed when a maintenance man comes in, turning on all the bright lights, to clean and prepare the bed for an incoming patient. Then as I watch him diligently scrub every section of the last patient’s area, humming while he works, I realized that he likes his job and we talk as he works.
Once while speaking to one of my nurses, she tells me how she lost her husband and then her home and possessions during Super Storm Sandy the year before. We were discussing my book, which I always keep on my nightstand. I ask her how she could be so happy and smiling all the time.” Life is full of losses,” she says.” I’ve learned to accept that and move forward with my life.” Her attitude inspires me to rethink my own attitudes toward loss, pain and suffering.
Hospitals are far from perfect. The downside for me is a botched simple pacemaker battery change, which leads to five more surgeries and six months in and out of the hospital. A boy scout with a manual could have done a better job. Statistics report that approximately 400,000 deaths occur each year in hospitals, due to Doctor/nurse error or negligence, and three of every 25 patients contact a potentially, deadly infections. I hold the dubious honor of contracting both a UTI (urinary tract infection) and a VRE (Vancomycin Resistant Enterititus) intestinal infection. It is a humiliating experience as the “Swab Team” burst into my room in Haz-med uniforms, whisking me off to isolation. I did not have the infection but colonized it, being contagious only to a small percentage of patients with a gene defect.
There are also times when I have to tell a new and experienced nurse that he needs more practice putting in IV needles. Another time, one has to be reminded to use gloves before touching me. One day after getting no sleep from the pain, I take a late morning nap. My new roommate is suddenly surrounded by doctors as her monitors bleep and flash in alarm. The nurses assumed she is sleeping when in fact she stopped breathing and nearly dies. Since her heart rate is monitored that should not have happened. Mere coincidence causes her doctor to be visiting at that exact moment. Her life is saved.
There is much more to tell but to sum it up, while hospitality has improved dramatically, there is still much to be done for the protection of patients from errors in hospital-contracted diseases. Don’t even ask about hospital food. Being on a cardiac, salt free diet, I have the kitchen manager bought to me to discuss the salt content of his meals, which is far above my allowance; and still have to have my meals made and brought in from home. One food server tells me that no matter what I mark on my menu, all patients get the same thing. I believe him. There’s a possibility I might not be allowed back to this institution. My last opinion poll on hospital overall performance might ensure that. And that’s okay with me.


  1. Wow, Micki. When I first started reading everything sounded so positive. I loved reading the improvements made. Sounds like they took heed to your opinions some.

    I hope they will continue to make Improvements especially in the area of placing IVs and in the dietician area.

    Your food intake should arrive individualized and according to your health. The doctor should tell them what you can have and the hospital's dietician should then use his/her skills to ensure further.

    We trust these guys as a whole to network and do their jobs.

    I hope you can find a hospital in your area that cares to do it all correctly, and not just half-step.

    Praying for you -

  2. Dear Micki,
    I read your blog post with great worries. Yes, I am worried since I first of all know how it is in hospitals and I had a room to myself.
    But knowing that you're not doing well and there's nothing I can do to help and support you scares me.
    I can only keep you in my thoughts and prayers and wish with all my heart you will recover and significantly improve very soon!!
    Keeping you in my heart!!

  3. Sorry to hear of your health issues and your experiences with the hospital. I think a lot of what happens (or doesn't happen) in hospitals boils down to hospital politics and policies written according to those politics. Also, money is often an issue. If the hospital doesn't get enough funding, then staff has to be cut, those left are left with too much work and they become disgruntled with their jobs. Once upon a time, people chose medical careers because they wanted to genuinely help people. Today you have to wonder if it is more the money they can make or the prestige that goes along with the career. It is rather a scary thing to have to go into a hospital even for a short time because, as you have said, you can end up with more than you went in with as far as infections and mistakes are concerned. I pray that you will recover quickly with no more negatives. May the Lord bless you abundantly and heal your body.

  4. Thanks for you comments, Cherry. That was a nightmare that began this time of year in 2013 through 2014 and I have still not recovered my strengtheart completely.
    Hugs, Micki

  5. Dear Aurora, thanks for your prayers and concern.
    love, Micki

  6. Thanks, Diane for commenting. I agree that the needs of the patient are no longer a priority, if they ever really were. So nice to see you on my blog.
    My best, Micki