Am I unhappy about my hospital
experiences? In a word, yes! Plus now it involves three hospitals.
The first case is in this blog and it is by far the worst. The
second case involved a doctor (not a hospitalist) ordering me to take
more insulin than I knew I could handle and would be more than low.
I told the doctor if that then he would be required to pay for my
second day in the hospital, as I would otherwise leave against
medical advice when I went below 70 mg/dl. Finally, the doctor
relented and my AM reading was still below 70 mg/dl, but not enough
for me to be concerned. Had I taken what the doctor ordered, I would
have probably been below 40 mg/dl.
The third hospital was similar to the
second hospital, but this time it was a hospitalist that gave the order and he was threatening to remove my diabetes supplies and my
meter. I started to get out of bed and was having trouble because of
the operation and he asked me what I was doing, and I said leaving
against medical advice because of an overbearing and unreasonable
doctor. My wife had started gathering my supplies and putting them
in my briefcase. The hospitalist told me to stay in bed and he would
see what my blood glucose was and called a nurse to use the hospital
meter and test my blood glucose. When the reading came out 76 mg/dl,
he said he would again have me tested in the morning. I said okay
and went back to sleep.
In the morning, the hospitalist was
there and asked the nurse to test my blood glucose again. This time
it was 59 mg/dl and he was even surprised and said to use my meter,
which when I used it was 58 mg/dl. Okay, he admitted, you were right
and probably would have needed to stay in the hospital another day
recovering from severe hypoglycemia. He said that after the
operation, most people would have had a glucose reading over 140
mg/dl because of that alone. He said if he hadn't seen the results
with his own eyes, he would not have believed it. He said you should
be released about noon and he would be back to see me before I was
released.
Breakfast arrived as he was leaving and
he asked me to count the carbohydrates in the meal. I said after
counting the foods I would eat and said 35 grams and pointed out the
two items I would not be eating. The dietitian said I must eat them
and I asked her if she wanted the whole tray thrown at her. The
hospitalist told her to leave and when she wouldn't, he did escort
her out of the room.
When he came back in, she was right
behind him and told me she would feed me herself to see that I ate
everything. I pick up the tray and told the doctor to duck. He told
me to lower the tray and he would have someone take her back to the
kitchen. She said he would not and she tried to get past him and I
let the tray go in her direction. The food was all over her face and
top and she became furious. It took two nurses to get her out of the
room and the hospitalist called the administrator and he was there
rather quickly. When he arrived, he asked what the problem was and
when he saw me, he said what do I need to do. When the dietitian
came back in, I said fire that bully. She still had food on her and
said I would be brought another tray and she would force-feed me to
see that I ate everything. The administrator said she would not have
the chance as she could go to his office and wait for her final
paycheck.
When she tried to appease him, he said
told the hospitalist to call security and for them escort her from
the premises and he would mail her the final check. With that, she left the room muttering
to herself. Next, the administrator asked what other problems I was
having. I said, because of my anger at the dietitian, I threw my
breakfast at her. He asked me if the woman sitting at the foot of
the bed was my wife and answered yes. He picked up my phone, dialed
the kitchen, and asked them to send up two breakfasts as soon as
possible. In ten minutes, we had them. The assistant dietitian and
a nurse had them and the nurse asked what had happened to the head
dietitian. The administrator asked the assistant if she felt up to
doing the job. When she said yes, he told the nurse that the new
head dietitian was standing next to her.
I was discharge at 12:30 PM and was
happy to be out. My wife asked me how I had survived the problems
and had everything go my way. I said because I know the
administrator and you know what he asked and the hospitalist said.
This was backed by the administrator and he likes his orders followed
and knows that the dietitian was set on bullying me.
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