The last time I was in the hospital I was amazed at the working life of nurses. Different shifts seemed to be like opposing teams in a football game, and those working the weekend aliens from another planet.
I have trouble sleeping away from home, and suppose I was very close to the nurse's station - I could hear the delight of the nurses who were given a box of chocolates by a patient released a few weeks before, and then the discovery of the hidden box by the next shift, and then the complaints of those who found the scant leftovers in the middle of the night, with bitter condemnation following from the original shift who took possession of the gift in the first place. And then the weekend shift arrived - to find an empty box, that stayed there another day or two.
All three shifts must have kept watch and aided the patient, but I suppose the day shift was kept busiest. On the other hand, the other two shifts gave up their evenings and nights at home with their families, plus the daylight hours when they had to sleep. And of course, the weekend shift has all that and a bit more sacrifice.
When I was last in the hospital overnight with my son, I was alarmed about the way they decided to arbitrarily change his insulin regime and blood sugar testing. The doctor ordered 16 units of insulin for a blood sugar reading that was treated successfully with three.
When I protested and insisted on 3 units, they told me not to worry, my son was going to have 'frequent' blood sugar testing. I was relieved, because I tested him every one or two hours when he was sick.
How often is 'frequent' in the hospital?
Every four hours.
It made me wonder how healthy hospitals are for people with diabetes in general.
I know that type 2 diabetes is different than type one, and much more frequent, but the difference between 16 units and 3 units can't be negligible no matter which type it is.
The nurses were wonderful. They can't go against the doctors' orders though. I can't complain about the doctors either. Of course I still do.
One thing that was wonderful was that my good friend brought me a pair of slippers to wear that had about an inch of foam to them.
What would you ask to be brought for you when you are in the hospital? Those slippers were wonderful, but I also appreciated magazines - and I loved having cards pinned up on the bulletin board by my bed.
Pam W
SE of Seattle