It is now 430am as I write.
You know that weird little seizure that sometimes wakes you up right before you go to sleep, that feels like you are falling out of a tree? Primatologists theorize that this seizure is a holdover from when humans were monkeys living in trees, and the seizure happened to make sure that when we monkeys went to sleep that we were safely wedged in the tree so we didnt fall to our deaths. Anyway, sometimes when I get woke up by that little seizure, it makes me alert. Due to the horrrible DWEEEEEEEEEEEEEE that continues to haunt me, this seizure and a can of diet pepsi, are the only 'sleep' my brain has had tonight.
The nurses on the graveyard shift (they hate it when I calll '3rd shift' that lol) have already decided that calling the 24 hour emergency bed repair line should be left to the next shift. This way I can get another hour and a half of the DWEEEEEEEEEE before the bed repairman even knows its broken. This will be in addition to however long that it takes for the man to get here and deal with the issue.
I would call myself but they only will deal with the staff, after all, as Resident 100B, I am merely the chunk of beef that is stored in the bed, and thats about what my opinion is worth. My legs do not work therefore I am an idiot. (sounds inane to me, but its how it works here with most staff.... however since that is the prevailing attitude, why should you believe me?)
When he first started working here, I wrote the administrator a four page letter warning him of these dangerous attitudes, and the need to clear it out of here. He has yet to show much interest in this problem, which he cannot see while he sits in his office and makes sweet love to the cash this place is making. To protect the privacy of the folks that will be barbecued here, I will not use names. Most of these places stink outloud, so names from this one little place I live in dont matter. Many facilities suffer the same damn failures, Im sad to say.
Thats another one of those things that happens here alot. Everything is someone else's job, someone else's resident, and they are worked to death while everyone else is lazy. Who suffers from this? The residents, thats who. It leads to crap care. And if I am getting crappy care, imagine the folks on the alzheimer's unit, who arent together enough to complain. it scares the shit out of me.
While Im here, lets talk about the term 'resident'. These politically correct assholes use this term to try to convince the 'residents' that they are not patients in a hospital, but a skilled nursing facility, but they are participating in a care plan to improve thier physical well being to the greatest possible degree.
Such bullshit. You have a bunch of sick and/or injured people that get nursing care to help make them well. They employ doctors and nurses. PEOPLE- THATS A HOSPITAL DAMN IT. GIVE ME BACK MY RIGHT TO BE A PATIENT!!! DONT TRY AND FEED ME A BUNCH OF LIES! I HAVE EARNED THAT RIGHT! YOU GOTTA BE DAMN PATIENT TO LIVE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS!!!
But.... there are many 'residents' here that arent going to get well. Lets face it, they are cronically ill people waiting around to die. Instead of refering to itself as a 'Health and Rehabilitaion Nursing Facility', some days I feel a 'Warehouse of Death that sometimes manages to rehabilitate a damn few people that is most concerned with the bottom line" is far more accurate. Dont get me wrong, those people got to live somewhere, but must everyone play thid bullshitting each other with words game to make the place sound pleasant? well it aint pleasant, so stop trying to subtly lie and say it is.
Dont get me wrong , about 15% of the staff here really care and mean well nd want to help these people and make this a wonderful place to be. Hopefully, my two dearest friends here, NurseNay and Rebecca (love you both like crazy!) are reading this blob. They are in a minority that is so small that rather than stay and make this place better, the good ones like them get burnt out and move on. When they do, I pray they take me with them, as it will be a sad day when they go.
DWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
