Saturday, May 7, 2011

Anybody Else Hate the Hospital??

Sorry I have been so MIA lately!!
This past week I ended up in the hospital, which was awful. Seriously... anybody else hate the hospital? Of course you start off being miserable when you get there because there is obviously something ailing you seriously enough to put you there in the first place. Then you get into your room, and people just start doing stuff to you. I was asking questions every five seconds about what they were doing to me, but not one person was offering up information on their own accord, and even when they would answer my questions, they would give me the most minimalistic, dumbed-down answer ever. And if I ever questioned the answer, they'd look at me like I was crazy! Sorry I'm not an animatronic moron who will just sit there while you poke and prod at me! Sheesh! 

When I first got there, of course, they were asking all kinds of questions about my current condition and medical history. During this time it came out that I am nursing my baby. They took a BUNCH of blood which I haaaaaaate. I so admire people who donate blood for good causes and all that but I cannot stand the feeling of blood draining out of my vein. It's so unnatural! 
After I had already been there for almost TWO HOURS, they finally get around to asking me if I'd like something for the pain. I was in quite a LOT of pain, so I said yes. Unfortunately, I didn't have any pain meds in my bag like I normally do. Rocky specifically asked them if there was a... well, not insanely expensive option for me to have. The nurse looked at him like he has two heads. 

Nurse: "What do you mean?"
Rocky: "Well, I just know the pain meds in hospitals can be pretty expensive." 
(we learned this after my hospital stay with Gemma)
Nurse: "Oh yea... uh..."
Rocky: "So I was just wondering if you had a cheaper version available of whatever you're going to give her."
Nurse: "Hm. I really just don't know! Sorry."

Cut to a few minutes later. The nurse comes in and starts doing stuff on the bedside table. I look over, and I see she is filling up three needles with three different things. Of course, never tells me what she's doing over there, so I HAVE TO ASK as usual. 

Me: "What are those?"
Nurse: "Oh this is blah blah. To help with the pain. And this is blah blah for nausea. And this is blah blah. That's the stronger pain medication for you."
(All three needles were already filled, so at this point I was pretty sure I was paying for all three of these things regardless if I refused them or not.)
Me: "Oh. Well... ya know, I'm not really feeling nauseous anymore at all."
Nurse: "Haha ohhh, you will."
Me: ?????
Nurse: "This blah blah normally makes patients feel nauseous so we just always give these medications together like this."
Me: "....o...k..."

She puts all three meds into my IV. Pretty much instantaneously, I felt SO WEIRD. I mean - weeeeeeird. This hot, pushing, swirling feeling crept all the way from the base of my skull down into the rest of my body. And then yes, I felt so nauseous. I felt dizzy and removed from the world. In short, I was high as a freaking kite. As soon as that feeling had taken over, I panicked! The nurse was already gone but it occurred to me that this was a VERY powerful narcotic, and I knew there was no way I would be able to nurse Gemma on it. Rocky went and grabbed the nurse for me. 

Me: "Uhh... this is making me feel really loopy. Is that normal?"
Nurse: "Well, most people do feel weird for a few minutes but it should subside soon."
Me: "Okay, well, am I going to be able to nurse my daughter on this?"
Nurse: "Ohhhh. I forgot you were nursing! Oh, egh, yea, I don't think you will be able to. Let me check with the doctor for you."
(20 minutes go by)
Nurse: "The doctor said four hours before you can nurse."

SERIOUSLY?! This, by far, was the most maddening part of my entire hospital experience. They KNEW I was nursing my daughter, but gave me a narcotic anyway! Mind you, it had already been over two hours since the last time I had nursed Gemma, and I wouldn't be able to nurse her till 7pm, which would skip her usual 5pm session and make her wait till before bedtime basically. I had brought a (very) small amount of food with me for her... just some puffs and a little bit of mashed apples and grapes. I was so angry with the hospital staff! Not only did they ignore our request for a cheaper pain med, they ignored the fact that I was a nursing mother, and they neglected to mention to me that what they were giving me was a NARCOTIC, even when I flat-out asked the nurse what she was giving me! She just told me the name of it (like that means anything to me!) and told me it was strong. Well, I consider Motrin to be strong, so how was I supposed to know just how strong she meant? Not to mention, I'm super sensitive to pain meds of any kind as it is, so I felt high for almost five hours, and the nausea didn't pass until the following afternoon. 

Deep. Breath.

Okay, sorry for the rant, but I'm hoping I'm not the only crazy one. Anyone else had bad hospital experiences? Where you just feel like the staff forgets you're an actual person and they just do stuff to you without even consulting with you? I mean, I'm sure these people aren't maliciously trying to treat you poorly, but you can tell they are just plugged into this system and they forget that we are not plugged into it! We get inserted into it against our will.

[For the record, I was in for an ovarian cyst, which has since ruptured and is decreasing in size. I'm feeling much, much better.]

Okay, and lastly, on a happy note, I'll leave you with this really cute song by Jason Mraz. I love finding songs by artists I like that can double as children's songs. It gives me hope that I don't have to necessarily be doomed to a life of The Wiggles and KidzBop to make my children happy :)


  1. Sounds awful!! Hospitals are simply the worst. It's even worse knowing you are playing an arm and leg for this poor treatment. (I'm from Canada originally, NOT paying for poor hospital treatment is only slightly less maddening lol)
    Hope you are feeling 100% again soon! I would have been sooo mad not being able to nurse!

  2. Ick, so sorry you had such an awul experience Mama! I'm a brand new reader/follower.. Found you over at Circle of Moms contest! Hopefully you're feeling better soon!

  3. I despise them... I have a few "good" stories I'll share with you tonight when the kids are down... I got some doozies.

    And I've heard ovarian cysts are so painful. :( My sister had one that burst and she was just miserable. I hope you are feeling better!

  4. CA! I am just catching up on the blog now, and this post is so close to home. I had a terrible hospital experience in Italy...I mean blood, moaning people scattering the waiting room floor, nurses and doctors not wearing gloves and picking instruments off the floor to use w/o cleaning them! Also, I had my first gyno exam today and I am was SOOOO relieved that the dr explained everything as he went along, it calmed my spirit so much (I was so nervous b/c I HAD to have a male dr, b/c he was a Creighton Model expert). Anyways I hate doctors, dentists, hospitals, having my blood drawn, just about anything to do with my body that doesn't revolve around a spa... So glad to hear you are doing better :)

  5. Oh Rebecca!! I cannot even imagine that experience you had in Italy! That sounds awful.
    And I'm glad you made it through your first GYN exam. Honestly, I've had male and female gyns, and I prefer the male doctors. I think it's because since they KNOW there's no way that they really *know* what we're going through, they tend to be OVERLY sensitive - much more sensitive than the female doctors/midwives I've had give me exams. And yea, talking you through the entire process is SO calming as well!

  6. Why do hospitals make it so difficult for nursing mothers when they do so much to teach them to nurse their kids in the first place? It makes no sense and it is terrible.
    The staff was great at the hospital when I had an emergency after Ella's birth. They acted quickly and saved my life. My complaint is that not any of the staff told me about the 2 month recovery I'd have afterward. Would have been nice to know considering I had a new infant at home. I am still bitter. It was not cool.


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