Thursday, December 24, 2015
I get no respect
I am so thankful that I can speak up for myself and fight for my own dignity and respect. Two mornings ago I wanted to eat Breakfast in my room. I avoid the dining hall like the plague infected chaos that it is. The CNA refused to help me back in bed and forced me to go eat in the dining room. When I got back from therapy, I asked to have help getting back into bed. She did this, not the gentlest but she did help. About 20 minutes later I realized I really had to go to the bathroom. I requested this and she went off. She was in another patient's room and stated screaming "I just put her to bed not 20 minutes ago. She should have gone then. She does nothing but lay around in bed anyway. I am not putting up with this. She is such a pain." Um, no. This is NOT okay with me. I ended up speaking with the nursing director who was as horrified as I was pissed. She took down detailed notes and spoke with the CNA about her behavior. This particular person will no longer provide care for me as I am not comfortable with it. She humiliated me by name in front of other patients and staff. I could hear her down the hall she was so loud.Since then the CNAs have been efficient but very cold and abrupt. I am sure her story was told to them very differently than what happened. Whatever.
Labels:
Care,
Power of Words,
Rehab,
respect,
Voiceless
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