If you read my last post you know that I am down in Florida in a hospital waiting to be released. It’s been a not fun three days of tests and being jabbed with needles and having my blood pressure taken. There is no sleeping at night because the nurses come in constantly checking on me. I am dreaming of a bath in a tub and a soft bed with real pillows.
Here I am in a hospital bed waiting for a doctor to tell me whether or not I can leave. If not for my computer, kindle and a puzzle book I would have been lost. I’ve kept up with friends and family so I don’t feel so alone. But being in the hospital is like being in the army. They are constantly asking for your name and birth date and you are always waiting. We were suppose to be spending these days at Walt Disney World. No Disney for me and David. Boo.
I know there is a reason for everything and I am here in this bed for a reason. But I sure would like to know what that reason is. Is it teaching me patience? Sometimes I don’t have much patience especially when I have to wait. Poor David is waiting with me which I am thankful for, but it’s hard on him, too.
Back home there was an ice storm and my dogs, who live outside, have been spending time in their insulated dog house. Our pet sitter is taking good care of them, but I still worry because if I were home, they would be in the shop with the furnace going. I don’t think I will ever take a trip this late in the Fall again even though the ice storm was unusual for this time of year. The electricity went off I heard and I am wondering if it went off at our house and for how long.
UPDATE: I was finally released from the hospital hours after they told me I would be released. This has been the worst stay in a hospital I have ever had. I would be told they would bring me Advil for my headache. It never showed up. They wanted a “specimen” from me and they never picked it up or provided the medication I was needing at the time. When I was about to check out the RN finally asked me if I wanted her to order the medication. Knowing it would take hours for it to show up I told her “no.” When I was finally checked out, David went to get the car and I was told I would be taken out in a wheelchair. I waited and waited and finally I went into the hall and an RN said, “You are anxious to leave.” It wasn’t until then she called down for someone to bring a wheelchair up for me. I could have walked down and been going back to our rental faster. Then the doctor gave me a new prescription and when David went to fill it, the pharmacy said the doctor had not signed it so they could not fill it. As I write, poor David is trying to hunt up this doctor to get his signature. I am very unhappy. I told David if I needed to go to the hospital again, drive out of Florida before taking me to one. If you are reading this and live in Florida and have had better experiences in the hospital, I am glad for you, but this particular hospital will get a very bad review from me. I’m usually pretty tolerant and understanding, but this was too much. Done with my rant now!
So tomorrow I hope we can spend some time with family and maybe find a yarn shop and relax before we start our trip back. I am so looking forward to being home. I certainly will remember this vacation!
Have you had horror stories about a hospital? In my city the hospital is great and I have always been happy with the treatment. I don’t know what happened with this hospital in Florida.
My next post I won’t sound as crabby. Bye. Oh, and I did get my nice bath and will have a comfy bed with real pillows tonight.