My visit to the geriatric department at the Rockyview Hospital
Okay, for those looking for a more serious version of my hospital visit, go to www.ourlittleweeone.blogspot.com I have included the details of the visit there, but while I was in the hospital some HILARIOUS things were happening, that I have to share. Yes, despite the stabbing pain in my chest and the inability to even walk to the washroom by myself, I found humour in a not-so-humourous situation.
Okay, so I got in the ER at 6:00 a.m. I was admitted quickly. As I was walking to my room, I noticed that I was the youngest in the ER at the time by about 60 years. Seriously, as the day progressed, I could hear the nurses talking about the other patients and most of them were in their 80s and 90s. Throughout the day we could hear this poor old lady saying things like "Don't leave me alone." "I don't want to be by myself." We felt SO bad for this poor lady with no family. Then, another lady was brought in because she had fallen and broken a few bones in her body. I heard the nurse on the phone with her family and the nurse was saying "She hasn't been very nice to anyone. She is being quite mean." She didn't really know where she was. People kept asking her if she knew where she was and she didn't.
Early in the afternoon I was finishing my nuclear x-ray and they wheeled me out into the hallway to wait for a porter to come and move me back to my room in the ER. As I was waiting there, the lady in the bed next to me was saying "Please don't leave me." "Where is my son?" "I don't want to die here." "Where are you?" "Somebody help me." "Help me." "I can't die here." It was so sad. I wanted to get out of my bed and help her, but I couldn't. Then a porter came and took her away, and a few minutes later they took me away. As it turns out that was the same old lady who was talking about not dying earlier, she was my next door neighbour in the ER.
So I get back to the ER and Brian and I start hearing the old lady, who I named Edna (the one who didn't want to die) saying "Pleeeeaaasseeee don't let me die here." "Where is my son?" And from across the hall we hear the lady I named Bertha (the one with broken bones) say "Shut up!" Brian and I weren't sure we heard her right. Again, "Shut up!" Bertha was telling Edna to shut up! So sad. Then Edna just kept saying "I don't wannnnnnaaa die!!!!" And Bertha kept telling her to shut up because no one wanted to hear about it. Then, a few nurses went in to help Bertha and she told them to "Get out!" Another nurse went in to help and Bertha said "You too, Fatty." Seriously, this was going on. Brian and I were busting up laughing, but with a stabbing pain in my chest it hurt a lot. I almost had Brian shut the door to my room because I couldn't laugh anymore.
At least my time in the hospital had a few funny memorable moments in it. I figure in life you just have to find the funny things, or else you would be really boring. Anyway, that is the story!
Okay, so I got in the ER at 6:00 a.m. I was admitted quickly. As I was walking to my room, I noticed that I was the youngest in the ER at the time by about 60 years. Seriously, as the day progressed, I could hear the nurses talking about the other patients and most of them were in their 80s and 90s. Throughout the day we could hear this poor old lady saying things like "Don't leave me alone." "I don't want to be by myself." We felt SO bad for this poor lady with no family. Then, another lady was brought in because she had fallen and broken a few bones in her body. I heard the nurse on the phone with her family and the nurse was saying "She hasn't been very nice to anyone. She is being quite mean." She didn't really know where she was. People kept asking her if she knew where she was and she didn't.
Early in the afternoon I was finishing my nuclear x-ray and they wheeled me out into the hallway to wait for a porter to come and move me back to my room in the ER. As I was waiting there, the lady in the bed next to me was saying "Please don't leave me." "Where is my son?" "I don't want to die here." "Where are you?" "Somebody help me." "Help me." "I can't die here." It was so sad. I wanted to get out of my bed and help her, but I couldn't. Then a porter came and took her away, and a few minutes later they took me away. As it turns out that was the same old lady who was talking about not dying earlier, she was my next door neighbour in the ER.
So I get back to the ER and Brian and I start hearing the old lady, who I named Edna (the one who didn't want to die) saying "Pleeeeaaasseeee don't let me die here." "Where is my son?" And from across the hall we hear the lady I named Bertha (the one with broken bones) say "Shut up!" Brian and I weren't sure we heard her right. Again, "Shut up!" Bertha was telling Edna to shut up! So sad. Then Edna just kept saying "I don't wannnnnnaaa die!!!!" And Bertha kept telling her to shut up because no one wanted to hear about it. Then, a few nurses went in to help Bertha and she told them to "Get out!" Another nurse went in to help and Bertha said "You too, Fatty." Seriously, this was going on. Brian and I were busting up laughing, but with a stabbing pain in my chest it hurt a lot. I almost had Brian shut the door to my room because I couldn't laugh anymore.
At least my time in the hospital had a few funny memorable moments in it. I figure in life you just have to find the funny things, or else you would be really boring. Anyway, that is the story!
posted by Devynn @ 12:40 AM
1 Comments:
At 7:29 PM,
Perpetual Chocoholic said…
Many years ago I know someone who was in a hospital room next to a patient who kept saying "I WANT to die" finally my friend got fed up and told him to shut the *$@# up or he'd go over and kill him himself. The guy never uttered another word!
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