While my dad was in the hospital, I found I had nothing but time on my hands. Lots of time. Lots and lots of time. And with nothing to do, I found myself doing a lot of random thinkin' and wonderin'.
Here goes....
So with HIPAA being soo big and they're so concerned with privacy, tell me again why semi-private rooms work? Every single thing said by every single person in the room can be overheard.
Tell me how come you can walk into a hospital and you enter a grand foyer with huge expanses of space then you sit in the patient's room, and you have to shove the ONE chair against the wall so there is room to squeeze the IV pole through the opening so the patient can get to and from the loo. And you're just out of luck if two people need to sit down. There just isn't room. (never mind the part about the outlet to unplug the IV pole is very low behind the bedside table. grrr)
What is the deal with visitors having to go downstairs to the lobby to find a public bathroom. There wasn't one on the patient floors. So you're trying to be there..trying to be nearby 'just in case' that is when the doctor will show up or something and you've gotta haul it all the way downstairs to the little tiny two 'door' bathroom. HUH?????
And last but certainly not least.. I don't know who invented one ply 12 inch rolls of toilet paper installed about 12 inches off the floor. It must have been a man. First you've got to stand on your head to get the paper to even come out of the giant dispenser thing. And then when it does come out, it tears in little tiny pieces since the roll is soo heavy and the one ply paper is crazy thin and not nearly strong enough to pull against itself like that. Great. Just great.
To say I had nothing to do really isn't true though. I took my Bible with me and sat and read several books of the New Testament. I'm so glad that even in the middle of something stressful and 'not fun' like that, God still moved me to be still for a moment and let the rest go and nestle into Him for a while.
2 comments:
Whoa ... that brings back a LOT of memories. Since I was born to my parents late in life, I was quite young when they passed away. I was 16 when Dad left; and 26 when Mom followed. I did a lot of hospital time myself, so your saga felt an awful lot like deja vu.
I've sort of figured out that if you're not comatose, you probably don't want to do much time in a hospital.
Bless you!
Kathleen
I agree with all of the hospital issues you raise. I'd love to do a video tour of Children's, with compliments to what is great, and a plea for funding for what needs to be improved! Hospitals need input from patients and families, who know what it's really like to live there! God bless you!
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