I will say at this point that every Doctor and every nurse that I saw, treated me, or talked to was very very professional polite and well trained. The problem with the hospital is the administration trying to maximize their profits at the expense of the patient comfort.The doctors as soon as they looked at my condition told me that as soon as a bed was available in intensive care I would be moved up there. As the time passed I saw many many patients come into emergency that were obviously in worse shape than I was.After about six or seven hours I came to realize I would not be going anywhere.I asked a nurse about intensive care and he said that there were not very many beds in that section and that most of the rest of the hospital was private and semi-private.The price of these rooms are out of the reach of most patients unless their insurances was able to cover the cost or they were well off. The average person is SOL (shit outa luck), that is why I believe that there are so many emergency beds.The number of heart patients I believe is rather large in comparison to the numbers of heart doctors. They are all in the hospital early in the morning and work until well into the night. They all also have a life or office or both to attend to. I don’t think it allows for much me time.I waited until nine pm which was in the 37th hour of my stay there without any sleep. They said the cardiologist was still in the hospital but I was in agony and very frustrated so I signed a waiver and discharged myself.
I don’t know if that was the wisest decision but Betty drove me home I took my pain pills and slept for fifteen hours straight. It was the first time in many years that I had slept more than two or three hours at a time. Well I am out of the hospital and told them that I would rather die than ever go back to emergency again,I meant it. The journey now begins to find the answers that I seek.
I did drive down with my wife all worried to the brand new hospital in St Catharines Ontario.The cardiologist said he would inform the Emergency that I was arriving for another ECG
When I arrived I went to one of the three wickets.She informed me I had to go to the Triage wicket. I didn’t even know what Triage was.The lady there had someone in with her and after about three minutes she approached me and ask what I wanted. She, pardon the comparison, looked much like a stripper. Short skirt, neck open blouse, and heavy makeup with eyelashes about an inch long and heavy eye shadow. She asked me a series of questions and my health card. She then sent me back to the waiting area About ten minutes later a door marked triage opened and a person called my name. I went in and answered another series of questions many similar to the previous interview. She sent e out to wait again this time for about fifteen minutes. One or two people were so sick they were laying don on the benches in the waiting room without much sympathy or action. I was called up to one of the three glass interview windows and asked many of the same questions, she types out the info and made invoices on everything then snapped an armband on me. I went and set down for another ten or fifteen minutes then a lady came out with a wheelchair and wheeled me into the emergency area and into a bed. I was hooked up to all kinds of gadgets and me blood pressure pulse rate and 6 or 8 probes attached to my chest. After an hour or so three cardiologists came and looked at my readings and seemed to be marveling at the scope readings, almost like wondering why I was still alive. They had me move forward several times and pointed to the scope saying see that? I didn’t have a clue what was up and they said something about the electrical system. They took away all my pills and did their own pill system with was almost nothing. I didn’t have my normal pain medication for severe back pains. I laid there the rest of the night Betty left and went home.They attached a bag of Potassium and did a drip into my blood system through my hand. No one else came and I was in sever pain all night. I laid awake all night in agony I asked for sleeping pill but none seemed to have been authorized.
I watched each hour pass and could not sleep. In the morning the breakfast was awful and I didn’t eat much at all. I went to the bathroom to urinate several times which was down the hall. The nurses unplugged me. The toilet paper is one ply and is transparent. It is the cheapest they possibly could find. the bed potties were made of recycled paper. There are no showers or baths in emergency. They came and threw a box of wet wipes in the bed table. The emergency has at least two sections the section I was in had at least 25 beds arrange in stalls off of the main hall in the circle or u shape. there is a nurses station at each end. I will go on with this description in my next post It gets worse.
We Arrived home this year from our winter stay in Florida. We had a wonderful time there and my health was great and I felt super for an old guy. Shortly after arriving home at 218 lbs I decided to shed a lot of it. We looked up Paleo and it sounded like the perfect solution. It was easy to do and soon I was feeling even better and loosing a great deal of weight. After only a month I was down into the 190’s and I felt even better than before. For many years I have only slept an average of 5.5 hours per night and now I wanted to get to 8 hours if possible. I had also a great deal of pain in my back. The doctor put me on pills that were supposed to turn off the pain areas of my brain. they didn’t do anything dramatic but I used them anyways. On one Doctors visit I ask him to possibly send me for an ECG so I could find out how my Double Bypass of 4 years ago was doing. I went and got the ECG at eleven o’clock one morning at about 2pm I received a call from the head cardiologist in our new hospital asking me to go into emergency asap to have another ECG he didn’t quite like the results on the one I did.