RedQuake
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This is a long rant...................................................................
November 2003 i lost my grandmother. She was a diabetic and came down with gout (or something like that, it was in her hand) They put her on new meds. The doctors knew, KNEW it would throw off her sugar but insisted that she be on it. Not a week later she had passed away. Her sugar levels dropped one night. She became dilerious, moaning, saying she didn't want to die and then saying please let me go. We called 911 and she was taken to the hospital.
Before my grandmother had regained herself (meaning before she was clear headed) the doctor at emerge had the nerve to ask her if she had a DNR (do not resitate order). My parents were fuming.......how dare they ask a woman who is not clearheaded about that and THEY made it clear that everything was to be done to make her well.
Later that evening, my grandmother had gotten better, her sugar back up. She told us she was fine and since it was late we should go home and get some rest, she would be home tomorrow. We thought she was going to be Ok, she looked fine.
5am that next morning we got a call from the hospital, the new doctor on call wanted to know how much they should work to save her.....My father said everything they needed to do they should do and he and my mom left for the hospital. I and my brothers got there a bit later............
I swear there is NO way they checked her sugar at all overnight. They then moved her to a room from emerge, unhooked her oxygen, left her IV drooped over the TV on the wall, coming across as indifferent and pissed off that we had showed up. I freaked, i mean freaked as she had stopped breathing. They called a code blue and everyone rushed in ONLY AFTER I FREAKED ON THEM.
They moved her to a private room and the new nurses that came on shift did everything to make her and my family comfortable. My grandma was a funny woman, we had our priest come to give last rights and my grandma looked up at her and asked "what are you doing here??? i'm NOT dying". then slipped back into unconsciousness . She passed away at 4pm that day.
I'll NEVER forgive those doctors and nurses for the way they treated her. Old, young it shouldn't have mattered. She was a part of our lives. I see the same disregard for my developmentally
challenged clients.
Now tonight i find out my father is on pills for some supposed disease he has that has never caused him one bit of trouble. The meds can cause liver failure so he has to go for constant bloodwork. I'm absolutely terrified that hes going to pass away on us. And i hate doctors with a passion so strong that i'm making up a living will that states NO doctor will ever touch me. I will have a DNR. I won't be treated like a piece of meat with the doctors making the choice about whether or not i will live. I will make that choice.
Call it a bit drastic, yes it is i'm only 27 and theres always a chance something could happen but..............Sorry i realize this is long but i needed to get it off my chest. I can't stand how alot of doctors think they are gods being able to chose to save or not save a person. I hate even more that for alot of the elderly that choice is not theirs to make.
Red
November 2003 i lost my grandmother. She was a diabetic and came down with gout (or something like that, it was in her hand) They put her on new meds. The doctors knew, KNEW it would throw off her sugar but insisted that she be on it. Not a week later she had passed away. Her sugar levels dropped one night. She became dilerious, moaning, saying she didn't want to die and then saying please let me go. We called 911 and she was taken to the hospital.
Before my grandmother had regained herself (meaning before she was clear headed) the doctor at emerge had the nerve to ask her if she had a DNR (do not resitate order). My parents were fuming.......how dare they ask a woman who is not clearheaded about that and THEY made it clear that everything was to be done to make her well.
Later that evening, my grandmother had gotten better, her sugar back up. She told us she was fine and since it was late we should go home and get some rest, she would be home tomorrow. We thought she was going to be Ok, she looked fine.
5am that next morning we got a call from the hospital, the new doctor on call wanted to know how much they should work to save her.....My father said everything they needed to do they should do and he and my mom left for the hospital. I and my brothers got there a bit later............
I swear there is NO way they checked her sugar at all overnight. They then moved her to a room from emerge, unhooked her oxygen, left her IV drooped over the TV on the wall, coming across as indifferent and pissed off that we had showed up. I freaked, i mean freaked as she had stopped breathing. They called a code blue and everyone rushed in ONLY AFTER I FREAKED ON THEM.
They moved her to a private room and the new nurses that came on shift did everything to make her and my family comfortable. My grandma was a funny woman, we had our priest come to give last rights and my grandma looked up at her and asked "what are you doing here??? i'm NOT dying". then slipped back into unconsciousness . She passed away at 4pm that day.
I'll NEVER forgive those doctors and nurses for the way they treated her. Old, young it shouldn't have mattered. She was a part of our lives. I see the same disregard for my developmentally
challenged clients.
Now tonight i find out my father is on pills for some supposed disease he has that has never caused him one bit of trouble. The meds can cause liver failure so he has to go for constant bloodwork. I'm absolutely terrified that hes going to pass away on us. And i hate doctors with a passion so strong that i'm making up a living will that states NO doctor will ever touch me. I will have a DNR. I won't be treated like a piece of meat with the doctors making the choice about whether or not i will live. I will make that choice.
Call it a bit drastic, yes it is i'm only 27 and theres always a chance something could happen but..............Sorry i realize this is long but i needed to get it off my chest. I can't stand how alot of doctors think they are gods being able to chose to save or not save a person. I hate even more that for alot of the elderly that choice is not theirs to make.
Red