On the floot of the toilet
Nights are the worst in bellvue. This is when all the “quality” workers go home and anyone who is brave enough to set foot in the place gets a paycheck to sit there.
There is noone to talk to, because everyone there is some welfare reject like myself and 9 out of 10 of them arent citizens and none of them speak english. This is fine since outside the NYU students no one speaks english anyway. Even the real doctors don’t since obviously you need a medical degree from Bangladesh or Siberia to qualify to work here.
So the only thing to do is watch “mind numbing, spirit crushing gameshows” and be happy no one is actively trying to hurt you in some way.
To give you some sort of idea how bad the night staff is for 6 days in a ROW I have been woken up at 2 am, so they could give me a SLEEPING PILL!
WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!
Anyway since I was still not strong enough to get myself from the bed into a wheelchair 100% of the time, I still needed to use a bed pan to do my business. Wonderful topic I know but bear with me.
They refused to give me one, “since this was physical rehab” they told me I HAD to use the bathroom. But if you cant get there.. well.. they can say that line all they want, it wasn’t me who had to clean the place up.
Eventually I was able to get into the wheelchair all the time, and had been doing pretty good as far as becoming more self sufficent. This process was somewhat like a controlled throwing of my body from the edge of the bed into the wheelchair. It had worked ok, until one day when…
I was doing my throw-myself move from the wheelchair to the toilet and missed. I ended up on the floor screaming. I was for sure not ready for the impact and the pattern of the tiles was digging into my very senstive knees. Of course I hardly had the strength for a lateral throw, so there was ZERO chance I was going to beable to lift myself back into the wheelchair.
I figured now was a good time to pull the “if you are in need of assistance” cord in the bathroom. No one came. My room mate hit the call nurse button and still no one came. For 20 minutes I was there on the floor unable to move until someone finally showed up.
So there I am, writhing in pain, totally helpless, and what does this night staff worker say to me?
“Sorry I cant help you. I have no insurance if I hurt my back lifting you into the chair, im screwed.”
Uhm, ok well maybe he had a point, and I might have empathized with his dilema.. IF I WASN’T WRITHING ON THE FLOOR OF THE TOILET IN AGONY!
I wasn’t really interested in hearing about the night staff benefit package, I wanted him to call whoever did have patient lifting insurance and get them in here as soon as fucking possible.
People started to gather, patients and more non-insured night staff, until there was about 8 or 9 people are staring at me like I was a traffic accident, not wanting to get involved but unable to look away. And noone was doing anything to help me get back into the fucking chair.
Course I started to flip out, totally unable to deal with the fact no one would help, I started insulting them all as best I could. Fuckers.
Was almost an HOUR before the resident NYU med student came by to see what was going on.
And apparently he had an ounce of human compassion left in him and he popd me back up into the wheelchair. I begrudgingly scored one for the doctors…
There is noone to talk to, because everyone there is some welfare reject like myself and 9 out of 10 of them arent citizens and none of them speak english. This is fine since outside the NYU students no one speaks english anyway. Even the real doctors don’t since obviously you need a medical degree from Bangladesh or Siberia to qualify to work here.
So the only thing to do is watch “mind numbing, spirit crushing gameshows” and be happy no one is actively trying to hurt you in some way.
To give you some sort of idea how bad the night staff is for 6 days in a ROW I have been woken up at 2 am, so they could give me a SLEEPING PILL!
WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!
Anyway since I was still not strong enough to get myself from the bed into a wheelchair 100% of the time, I still needed to use a bed pan to do my business. Wonderful topic I know but bear with me.
They refused to give me one, “since this was physical rehab” they told me I HAD to use the bathroom. But if you cant get there.. well.. they can say that line all they want, it wasn’t me who had to clean the place up.
Eventually I was able to get into the wheelchair all the time, and had been doing pretty good as far as becoming more self sufficent. This process was somewhat like a controlled throwing of my body from the edge of the bed into the wheelchair. It had worked ok, until one day when…
I was doing my throw-myself move from the wheelchair to the toilet and missed. I ended up on the floor screaming. I was for sure not ready for the impact and the pattern of the tiles was digging into my very senstive knees. Of course I hardly had the strength for a lateral throw, so there was ZERO chance I was going to beable to lift myself back into the wheelchair.
I figured now was a good time to pull the “if you are in need of assistance” cord in the bathroom. No one came. My room mate hit the call nurse button and still no one came. For 20 minutes I was there on the floor unable to move until someone finally showed up.
So there I am, writhing in pain, totally helpless, and what does this night staff worker say to me?
“Sorry I cant help you. I have no insurance if I hurt my back lifting you into the chair, im screwed.”
Uhm, ok well maybe he had a point, and I might have empathized with his dilema.. IF I WASN’T WRITHING ON THE FLOOR OF THE TOILET IN AGONY!
I wasn’t really interested in hearing about the night staff benefit package, I wanted him to call whoever did have patient lifting insurance and get them in here as soon as fucking possible.
People started to gather, patients and more non-insured night staff, until there was about 8 or 9 people are staring at me like I was a traffic accident, not wanting to get involved but unable to look away. And noone was doing anything to help me get back into the fucking chair.
Course I started to flip out, totally unable to deal with the fact no one would help, I started insulting them all as best I could. Fuckers.
Was almost an HOUR before the resident NYU med student came by to see what was going on.
And apparently he had an ounce of human compassion left in him and he popd me back up into the wheelchair. I begrudgingly scored one for the doctors…