Feb 08, 2013 - 10:47 pm
So I warned everyone over and over that I don't do well with anasthesia. I said it to everyone who would listen. I feel like I'm drowning when I wake up. Well I had never had a five hour surgery and they give you a lot of anasthesia so when I "woke up" I told everyone around me to GET OUT! Can't you see I'm in pain, help me here. Why are you all just sitting around when I'm in pain. I kicked my family out except my sister proxy. The nurse came to help me and I was in pain and just kept repeating, I"M IN PAIN< I"M IN PAIN I"M IN PAIN. The nurse said she was trying to help me and I just needed to calm down. To which I replied, calm down, are you an idiot! Why don't you go get me someone who is not an idiot, knows what she's doing and has a brain because obviously you have no brain. At this point my mom came in and joined my sister. My mom was very upset that I was in that much pain. My sister, who is my proxy, felt she should back me up to the fullest and told the nurse that she would like someone else to treat me as I am visibly upset and not taking to her at all. The nurse got very offended and said that she was perfectly capable of helping me and would not step down. I did not like this and so I said I'm in pain, GET ME SOMEONE WHO CAN HELP ME NOW. So the nurse called in a patient liasion which is protocol.
The liasion told my family that I could not have another nurse and that I needed to calm down. My sister and mom both began arguing with her really hard which is very our of character of them but I was so irrate, they felt they needed to back me up. I started screaming at the top of my lungs at the liasion that this hospital is full of idiots and I'm in pain and no one is helping me and what kind of crackerjack stand is this anyway. The liasion became very offended and told my mother that she felt I needed mental help and was going to call the doctor and get me put onto Halidol (sp?) which is some kind of mental illness drug. My whole family at some point ended up arguing on my behalf, my mother who is 74 was so offended by the Halidol comment that she started screaming at the liasion.
So I wake up in the bed at midnight to a permanent colostomy, alone in my room, upset that my family is not there and no one had the decency to stay around and tell me. I start to cry. I hit the button for the nurse. I'm crying and in really serious pain in the abs and also I'm stuck lying on my left hip which has a very bad bruise on it from the surgery. The bed is an automatic bed and even when I get comfortable, it moves to even out your body (the bed was hard as a rock). So I call the nurse and tell her what's going on and she responds very nastily at some point you jut had surgery, what do you want me to do. So I said well first of all I'm 43 and just woke up to a colostomy so talking to me nicely would be nice and second HELP ME, I'm in pain. So she calls in this guy named Glenn and he says you just had surgery it's going to hurt. I'm so hysterical at this point from the pain and the surprise. Five times that night I called them in and five times they said I was overreacting and they had other patients.
Fast forward to the next morning. My sister calls and says after that display in the recovery room I'm not surprised how poorly they treated you last night. And I say what display? And says what do you mean, the screaming in the recovery room. To which I said well who was screaming and why? She tells me the whole story. Well wasn't she shocked to find out I had no clue what had gone on in the recovery room because I had been asleep the whole time!!!! lol I was talking in my sleep, screaming at people, causing my 74 year old mother wanting to knock out a liasion and had absolutely no clue that I had been doing any of it.
So the morning staff comes in and I tell nurse Annmarie, hey I'm in so much pain, no one would listen to me last night, this can't be right. It turns out the first medication they had me on was not working. I had in my chart that I was allergic to oxymorphine (which I am, but only because it makes me think my hand is three feet long) so they gave me an altnerative drug that was not working. Annmarie was kind enough to listen when I said I was in pain and take action. She asked if I wanted to try morphine, got it approved and I was SO much better after that. Then this guy Juan comes in and I'm laughing at this point from what my sister has told me and he says what's so funny and I told him the recovery room story and he says . . .ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so YOU"RE THE COO COO IN THE RECOVERY ROOM! I heard about you! Oh my gosh, I just burst out laughing. During my visit, I was officially going to be known as the coo coo in the recovery room and I can't even remember any of it! lol The staff had been warned about me before I even arrived on the floor which is probably why they kept telling me I was overreacting (This is the only part I actually have an issue with and will discuss with the hospital because I was in serious pain and awake when on the floor). I TOLD THEM I didn't handle anasthesia well, maybe now they'll listen! lol I only wish someone had recorded me, because I can't believe I did all that!