Here at Crouse Hospital,
- I have requested an immunology consult. The hospitalist has told me that he doesn’t do things like that. I have sent messages via three different routes to the Director of Hospitalists. She has chosen not to see me. My need for a specialist is being ignored.
- Insulin is given after meals. Supper at Crouse is over by 6:00 p.m. Despite repeated requests, last night I could not get my insulin. I gave up at 8:30 p.m.
- I requested physical therapy. A physical therapist came, gave me printed exercise sheets, and left. She did not assess my ability to do exercises or watch while I did the exercises to see if I was able. I did the exercises twice by myself. The second time I went too far, pulled a leg muscle, and spent yesterday afternoon in considerable discomfort.
- On average, when I push my call bell it is not answered for fifteen minutes. If they are short staffed then no aide is assigned to me and the wait is apt to be longer—even when I need help getting to the bathroom.
- I have been put on ALC (Alternate Level of Care) which apparently means that they no longer intend to provide care. I am waiting for a nursing home bed, where maybe they at least will give me my medication.
Because I am the healthiest person in acute care, I am not being given the minimal care that I would receive in a nursing home. Crouse Hospital has stopped caring for me.
Three days ago, hundreds of people read my blog “A Search for the Roses” (https://annecwoodlen.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/a-search-for-the-roses/ ). It was about depression.
The trigger for depression is the perception of powerlessness. You are designed to get angry when you cannot find a way to get your most fundamental needs met. In Crouse Hospital, if I express my anger then nurses and aides snap at me, criticize me and blame me. If you are denied the right to express your anger then there is no option except to turn it inward. Depression is anger turned against the self instead of against the troubling other.
Crouse Hospital has 2700 employees; I am one small, old sick person. I feel powerless to change the way I am being treated. I am rather inclined to think that is an accurate perception of reality.
The good news is that now I have virtually unlimited credit to use in the hospital cafeteria. The bad news is that I am too depressed to get there.