I was in the hospital recovering from step one of a two part j-pouch surgery. I was given an epidural and was also getting dilauded for pain. It was the third night post surgery around midnight. My roomy had pulled out his feeding tube or something and the nurses and aides were buzzing all over our room getting him straight. I know that when the curtain is closed my side of the room is completly sound proof so I was amazed that I was stirred from sleep
. For some strange reason I was uder the impression that one of the nurse aides was acting strangely. In my mind I knew this lady was drunk. She looked to me as though she was stumbling and slurring her speach as she got my neighbor straight. I was laying there minding my own business when my nurse peeked around the curtain and noticed my drainage bottle was full and instructed the aide to empty it. Know, the drain tube is actually stiched to the skin. I know this but apparantly she forgot because she leaned over and it felt like she was pulling the bottle toward her. I slid down the bed toward her letting her know that its actually attached to me and to be easy. She apologized while emptying the bottle and I just wanted her to leave. She happened to look over and notice my ostomy bag was a little full, so she came around the bed to prepare to empty that bag. Now, this is where things got ugly. She roughly started removing the clip from the bag and I freaked! I told her to keep her hands off of me. She stepped back in shock as I raised my voice telling her that I will empty this myself. My nurse was still tending to my buddy over there and heard the commotion. She came around the corner and informed this lady to step back and if I wanted to empty it so be it. I then shuffled my drugged up frenzied skinny butt out of that bed feeling alive with victory. I stumbled around all of the IV tubes, catheter tube/bag, epidural line etc. I was emptying that bag if it killed me MYSELF! During this slow motion haze I noticed blood dripping from my elbow as I looked at the floor noticing pools of blood everywhere. All over me, my bed and gown. I had pulled the IV out of my hand and blood was squirting everywhere. So, as a reward for my sillyness, I was stripped of my gown as I stood there naked and bloody with tubes and bags hanging off of me holding a bag of my own urine. My floor was mopped, my bed was stripped and remade and I was finally re-gowned and allowed to lay down. That night I learned alot. 1) Nurses aides aren't paid nearly enough. 2) Angering an underpaid nurses aide while you have a catheter is not wise! 3) Pretending to be asleep works well for many situations.
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