http://reesabrown.com/2010/05/23/cancer-chronicles-not-dead-after-all/ the life and writerly times of Reesa Brown Mon, 21 May 2012 22:51:05 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2 http://reesabrown.com/2010/05/23/cancer-chronicles-not-dead-after-all/#comment-1141 Mom Sun, 23 May 2010 21:42:45 +0000 http://reesabrown.com/?p=814#comment-1141 I Love You!!!!! I Love You!!!!!

]]> http://reesabrown.com/2010/05/23/cancer-chronicles-not-dead-after-all/#comment-1140 Mary Sun, 23 May 2010 21:13:15 +0000 http://reesabrown.com/?p=814#comment-1140 I could tell you many Recovery Room horror stories of my own. I've been in more Recovery Rooms than I can remember how to count. This room (these -- all of them in all hospitals) should be renamed as being The Horror Station. No matter how much suffering one has gone through before surgery, this is a place where there is a higher level of it (or multiple levels). One quick story: There is a nightmare I hope you never experience in a Recovery Room -- that of having the tube still down your throat and strapped to your head that is used for giving one anesthetic in the OR during surgery when you awaken (which is supposed to be removed before you awaken) and not only having trouble being able to breathe with it in place but starting to vomit and beginning to drown in it and not being able to get the recovery room nurses to take it out. Try not being able to talk and waving at the nurses who are doing nothing but talking to each other and they tell you they'll be "over" in a bit to deal with me. Try concentrating on not choking on vomit and literally dying while you can't get enough air in. Try hoping not to drown in your own vomit before the lazy nurses care enough to remove the tube; before they care enough to stop gossiping (I could hear every word) and tend to a patient in need of help. As they finally got to me and removed the tube they had to turn me on my side to keep me from aspirating vomit into my lungs which nearly happened. Then I passed out from not having enough oxygen. Gossip was more important than patient care!!!!!! And this is just one such experience of many. I could tell you many Recovery Room horror stories of my own. I’ve been in more Recovery Rooms than I can remember how to count. This room (these — all of them in all hospitals) should be renamed as being The Horror Station. No matter how much suffering one has gone through before surgery, this is a place where there is a higher level of it (or multiple levels). One quick story: There is a nightmare I hope you never experience in a Recovery Room — that of having the tube still down your throat and strapped to your head that is used for giving one anesthetic in the OR during surgery when you awaken (which is supposed to be removed before you awaken) and not only having trouble being able to breathe with it in place but starting to vomit and beginning to drown in it and not being able to get the recovery room nurses to take it out. Try not being able to talk and waving at the nurses who are doing nothing but talking to each other and they tell you they’ll be “over” in a bit to deal with me. Try concentrating on not choking on vomit and literally dying while you can’t get enough air in. Try hoping not to drown in your own vomit before the lazy nurses care enough to remove the tube; before they care enough to stop gossiping (I could hear every word) and tend to a patient in need of help. As they finally got to me and removed the tube they had to turn me on my side to keep me from aspirating vomit into my lungs which nearly happened. Then I passed out from not having enough oxygen. Gossip was more important than patient care!!!!!! And this is just one such experience of many.

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