I had my operation on February 27th. This meant an overnight stay in the hospital, of course. The surgery went very well, no issues what so ever, but recovery is still going to be trying.
My surgery was at 1pm, and I got out of the OR at 3pm. I didn’t get into my room until 5pm, though. I had an incredibly hard time getting the pain under control and staying concious.
Matt left shortly after I got settled in my room. He left me in the hands of a very sweet nurse. She was patient and kind, and made sure to listen to me. But of course, then the shift change happened….and the nurse I got during the night was not very nice.
In fact, she was downright cruel. She didn’t have the patience or the empathy to be a nurse. Within five minutes of meeting her, I watched her lose patience with the sweet elderly lady because she rang the bell in the bathroom when she was right there. Then she lost her patience with me when I told her my heel was very painful and that I was worried it was swollen. During a trip to the bathroom, it was nearly purple.
“Well, you just had surgery! It’s not time for pain medication yet. And that’s the dye.”
Then I tried to ask for a pillow, to elevate my foot a little, but she was already walking away from me, midsentence.
I tried to tough it out, I did…but I just couldn’t sleep. So I had to page her again. She looked unimpressed to see me.
“Could I please get a pillow for my foot?” I asked, speaking in a clear tone.
“There’s not enough pillows for your foot in here, they’re all in use,” the nurse said. I gave her a look that said I’m clearly not buying it. “Let me check the cupboard,” she added. Low and behold! She found one. She put my foot on it and took off again.
At one point during the night, she came in to check my vitals and help me to the bathroom. Upon returning to my bed, I started to throw up. I paged her, thinking hey, I’m throwing up. This hurts. I want some anti-nausea medicine and maybe a fresh bucket. She came in and literally started to yell at me.
“I just left here! You don’t need to call me when you’re sick! Just put it on the table and I’ll deal with it when I get a chance!”
I started to legitmately cry then, because in my opinion, there is no reason to talk to a patient like that. Not ever. Not even if they’re “annoying” you. I felt like a burden and a waste. I felt like my needs as a patient were less. Any time I had a question or concern for her, she brushed me off or didn’t even bother to answer.
At one point, she even argued with me over ice chips. I asked her if she could kindly get me some ice chips. I wasn’t feeling well and most people know that’s the best way to handle nausea and cotton mouth.
“I just got you water with some ice in it! You don’t need ice!” By this time, I was legitmately getting pissed off. All night long, this woman made me feel terrible and annoying. All night long, this woman argued with me over everything and acted like I hadn’t had a clue.
It wasn’t like I was being an unbearable paitent. I apologized for taking up her time. I thanked her even when I was unsatisfied with her treatment. I was the same kind of patient that I always am and I usually do not encounter any problems.
I just don’t understand nurses like her. Why be a nurse if you aren’t going to treat your patients with basic respect and kindness?
Thankfully, I only had to spend one night with the bad nurse. I am so thankful to be home.
I guess it’s just disappointing. You spend more time with nurses than you do doctors in your hospital stay. Nurses make or break it. They can either help you transition, or make you feel even worse than you already do.
Have you ever encountered a super rude nurse? How did you handle it?