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dru_evilista
I haven't updated my livejournal in a while, as it's mostly a fandom journal and I haven't been working on fic or anything lately, and the last two weeks or so have been pure hell.
I just got home from hospital...at 12:30 am.
My dad went into the hospital on Halloween with trouble breathing. Then everything just goes down hill. They tell us he's in kidney failure and congestive heart failure, he keeps getting sicker and sicker, and he's slurring so bad I can't understand a word he's saying. And they all totally ignore us telling them this. We KEPP saying over and over that he's falling asleep in the middle of conversations, that he's slurring, that he can;t remember anything, etc... andnthey just go "Oh he's fine. I haven't noticed anything." and shit like that.
Then one day the retards decide that it's a great idea to get a 400lb man who's so shaky and weak he CAN'T FEED HIMSELF,(plus was already handicapped for the last 8 years and in a wheelchair) out of bed, and he ends up falling and getting hurt, and ripping open a old ulcer on his leg that had finely been closing, so he was bleeding all over.
So after my mom screaming at them alot, and a few more days of shoddy care, we go at like 9am in today and find out in the night suddenly he couldn't swallow or speak. Cue a LOT more screaming and by 2pm we get him transfered to a better hospital. (A SERIOUSLY better hospital. It's HUGE and clean and nice and the staff are not morons, and there's actual doctors in the building and not just there for 5 minutes in the morning then nothing but nurses who aren't allowed to do shit without taking forever to call a doctor and get permission.)
In a couple hours they find out what's wrong and are treating him and moving him to the NuroICU, compared to NINE FUCKING DAYS where the other hospital shoved him into a back room and did nothing but make my dad worse. I hope we fucking sue them all to hell and back. And lets not even get into the motherfucking piece of shit who when on call, and called about a prescription my dad needed, cause the morons screwed up and lost my dads drug list, said "Oh and I'll add a script for Vicodin, that'll knock him out so he doesn't bother me anymore." I hope that asshole gets struck by lightning!
And now it's like 1am, and my brother is finely out of the bathroom so I can wash my makeup off and go to bed...
I just got home from hospital...at 12:30 am.
My dad went into the hospital on Halloween with trouble breathing. Then everything just goes down hill. They tell us he's in kidney failure and congestive heart failure, he keeps getting sicker and sicker, and he's slurring so bad I can't understand a word he's saying. And they all totally ignore us telling them this. We KEPP saying over and over that he's falling asleep in the middle of conversations, that he's slurring, that he can;t remember anything, etc... andnthey just go "Oh he's fine. I haven't noticed anything." and shit like that.
Then one day the retards decide that it's a great idea to get a 400lb man who's so shaky and weak he CAN'T FEED HIMSELF,(plus was already handicapped for the last 8 years and in a wheelchair) out of bed, and he ends up falling and getting hurt, and ripping open a old ulcer on his leg that had finely been closing, so he was bleeding all over.
So after my mom screaming at them alot, and a few more days of shoddy care, we go at like 9am in today and find out in the night suddenly he couldn't swallow or speak. Cue a LOT more screaming and by 2pm we get him transfered to a better hospital. (A SERIOUSLY better hospital. It's HUGE and clean and nice and the staff are not morons, and there's actual doctors in the building and not just there for 5 minutes in the morning then nothing but nurses who aren't allowed to do shit without taking forever to call a doctor and get permission.)
In a couple hours they find out what's wrong and are treating him and moving him to the NuroICU, compared to NINE FUCKING DAYS where the other hospital shoved him into a back room and did nothing but make my dad worse. I hope we fucking sue them all to hell and back. And lets not even get into the motherfucking piece of shit who when on call, and called about a prescription my dad needed, cause the morons screwed up and lost my dads drug list, said "Oh and I'll add a script for Vicodin, that'll knock him out so he doesn't bother me anymore." I hope that asshole gets struck by lightning!
And now it's like 1am, and my brother is finely out of the bathroom so I can wash my makeup off and go to bed...