Dad has been in the hospital for the past month. This is actually week 5. Pancreatitis is the diagnosis. Every time they try to feed him his lipase numbers go up, so they go back to IV feedings. That’s the background, here’s the rant:
This is the filthiest fucking hospital with the laziest fucking employees I have ever had the displeasure of visiting. That my father hasn’t died of infection yet, to my mind, is a major miracle. I have watched a piece of paper towel in the same spot on the floor for two fucking days. For Christ sake, pick the stuff up. You have a damn government job, for life, goddamnit. CLEAN THE PLACE THE FUCK UP!!!
You, as you choose not to sweep or wipe down a surface, well there is no excuse for your fucking laziness, but you disgrace the honor that these men and women represent. You don’t know this about my dad, but he spent 120 days on a train that ran through Germany during WWII and I’m sure his story is not the worst of those on his floor, or even in his room, for that matter. But you don’t see that, do you. You just see one more task you need to complete before your shift is over. Well, maybe you should try and find another job, getting your wage where you can do the job halfassed and be allowed to get away with it. It doesn’t happen in most places in the real world.
And while I know that most nurses are caring and compassionate people, let me tell you about the commode that sat in the room my dad is in last night. The gentleman who had used it called the nurses station when he was done to let her know he was done. She came in and said “Did you clean up?” “Yes” he said. She turned and walked out of the room. Ten minutes later, the gentleman in the other bed, called the nurse’s station to let them know he needed to poop. Two nurses come into the room to help him into his wheelchair and take him to the bathroom. We say good night to pops about 5 minutes after that and leave. The shit filled commode is still in the room folks. It stinks, folks and no one feels the need to remove it from the room. My sister wanted to put it in the hallway on our way out. I told her not without rubber gloves, just too dangerous. On the way out, my sister said she needed to pee, so she used the bathroom in the lobby of the hospital. The bathroom in the lobby is not fit for human use. My sister came out of there saying it would have been safer for her to carry the shit out of my dads room in her hands than pee in that bathroom. Clean the place up for fuck sake.
And ya know what, if you don’t want to give these guys the respect and level of care that they deserve, find a new fucking job, ya goddamn fuckheads
Or, privatize the system and start holding people accountable for their actions.
Oh, an the commode was eventually removed, but it was much later - at least an hour after we left the hospital.