While I was hospitalized...I was asked questions about my physical health and found that the answer for all of them was pharmacological. They had this weird obsession with my bowel movements. When was my last one? When will my next one be? If I went a day without any movement...in came the stool softeners..…
While I was hospitalized...I was asked questions about my physical health and found that the answer for all of them was pharmacological. They had this weird obsession with my bowel movements. When was my last one? When will my next one be? If I went a day without any movement...in came the stool softeners...and other remedies. Do you know how many remedies i took for that outside the hospital? None.
Turns out, I was full of s, the reason being is there is a reason why there aren't toilets in the shape of beds and are in the sitting or squatting position. If only one nurse had said to me "Hey, listen we think your inability to poop might have something to do with the face that you're lying in bed." NSS sherlock. As soon as they brought in the bedside toilet. And I was upright instead of giving them ridiculous bedpan duty...the express was now running on time.
Second example. While in the same hospital...I was not in great pain, nonetheless...I did take a pain med when I was getting the dressing changed for my wound. Why? because the option was given to me...and I thought...why not. I reasoned that it was not good to look at, it did sting and hurt as they redressed it. They gave me a very low dose of percocet, I took it twice a week during the dressings. And after about a month...I was awakening at night restless, wide eyed, crawling out of myself, and not understanding why. Calling the nurse...also seemingly baffled...
Until you look up the side effects for percocet. Then it all snapped into focus. Same could be said for my nausea. I looked into the side effects for other meds...snapped into focus. So, I decided to stop taking these things. And yes, there were some issues in coming down even from the limited dosage I took, but the issues were far worse than the effects of detoxing. I still recall with great clarity...the only thing that calmed the restlessness of the percocet was to bathe myself and exercise repeatedly until the sensation abated.
The hospital will only do for you what you advocate for. Since I am not a squeaky wheel. I think I got into a wheelchair and rolled around the hospital twice. And I only got the necessary care they deemed to be necessary for me. The only time I went out was for an occasional test or when they changed my room (I went into three separate rooms over the course of my stay).
Because of this, I did tend to isolate myself as the nurses were tending to people who were constantly calling them and demanding attention. Because of my growing loneliness, I had them leave the door open to the hospital room so I could at least hear and sometimes see them walking by.
That's true. A couple examples.
While I was hospitalized...I was asked questions about my physical health and found that the answer for all of them was pharmacological. They had this weird obsession with my bowel movements. When was my last one? When will my next one be? If I went a day without any movement...in came the stool softeners...and other remedies. Do you know how many remedies i took for that outside the hospital? None.
Turns out, I was full of s, the reason being is there is a reason why there aren't toilets in the shape of beds and are in the sitting or squatting position. If only one nurse had said to me "Hey, listen we think your inability to poop might have something to do with the face that you're lying in bed." NSS sherlock. As soon as they brought in the bedside toilet. And I was upright instead of giving them ridiculous bedpan duty...the express was now running on time.
Second example. While in the same hospital...I was not in great pain, nonetheless...I did take a pain med when I was getting the dressing changed for my wound. Why? because the option was given to me...and I thought...why not. I reasoned that it was not good to look at, it did sting and hurt as they redressed it. They gave me a very low dose of percocet, I took it twice a week during the dressings. And after about a month...I was awakening at night restless, wide eyed, crawling out of myself, and not understanding why. Calling the nurse...also seemingly baffled...
Until you look up the side effects for percocet. Then it all snapped into focus. Same could be said for my nausea. I looked into the side effects for other meds...snapped into focus. So, I decided to stop taking these things. And yes, there were some issues in coming down even from the limited dosage I took, but the issues were far worse than the effects of detoxing. I still recall with great clarity...the only thing that calmed the restlessness of the percocet was to bathe myself and exercise repeatedly until the sensation abated.
The hospital will only do for you what you advocate for. Since I am not a squeaky wheel. I think I got into a wheelchair and rolled around the hospital twice. And I only got the necessary care they deemed to be necessary for me. The only time I went out was for an occasional test or when they changed my room (I went into three separate rooms over the course of my stay).
Because of this, I did tend to isolate myself as the nurses were tending to people who were constantly calling them and demanding attention. Because of my growing loneliness, I had them leave the door open to the hospital room so I could at least hear and sometimes see them walking by.