My inpatient care experience is a little bias because if my age when I experienced it. I was 13 years old and had never had to spend the night in a hospital setting before. Besides being afraid of people seeing me in my open backed gown and hair net I was sort of calm going into the operating room. While sitting in my room waiting for the operation to happen. The nurse came in and proceeded to give me an IV, and I say proceeded with a hint of anger behind it because after the third time sticking me with the needle I had to ask for someone else because as she claimed, “it feels like a little bee sting”, and that’s great because I hate bees and have just been stung in the right hand 3 times.
After the IV I was administered anesthetic and wheeled to the operating room to have tubes put in my ears as well as have my tonsils and adenoids taken out. This whole experience was pretty enjoyable; the staff was humorous and very caring about how nervous I was. After the surgery I woke up in a panic as my face was face down in a pool of blood all over my pillow, no one was around and this caused me to have a bit of a freak out and since I had stitches in my throat screaming only made the blood pool and have to be regurgitated out of my esophagus. After a few minutes of panic and anxiety a nurse came in and told me to calm down and that the blood was just from where they took out the tonsils and adenoids and the blood was completely normal.
The surgeon soon came in and told me that the procedure went smoothly and that in a few weeks I would be just the same as when I went in and that I may have permanent holes in both eardrums from the tubes and that I may not be able to go swimming as much as I would like anymore for the rest of my life and that talking without tonsils and adenoids due to how big they were, may take some getting used to. Since that day on I have never been able to talk the same, due to the air that seems to leak out of my nose when I say words that have the N and certain S sounds.
This whole experience of inpatient care was a relatively good one but it made a difference who was taking care of me and how they went about it. The one nurse who “stung me three times”, was an older woman who had an attitude about her as if she has done this a million times and was just going through the motions. All she really said to me was that her sticking me with a needle was going to feel like a bee sting. And just stuck me over and over again, no remorse, no sorry I missed your vein, or my bad, she just pulled the needle out then shoved it right back in as I sat there wincing in pain before the younger nurse who was setting up the anesthesia came over and held my hand before giving me the IV one and done.
I think a lot of how peoples experiences rate with in patient care is that it all depends on who is taking care of you, there are always those people who are book smart and came out of med school with the straight A’s and talking to them is like talking to a stump in the middle of the woods. There is no connection and they don’t care about you. But then you have the ones who have a decent amount of people skills and can relate and actually care about how the patients are and want them to have a good experience. It’s the doctors and nurses who are just worried about the paychecks and when they can punch off the clock. They are the ones who are responsible for the bad experiences with their patients. Who wants to have a nurse who acts like she doesn’t want to be doing what she is doing especially when it comes to working with younger kids who need patience?