Ok, so I've decided that my tags were in a total mess. Decided to update my tags and I'm pretty much following what they have in arashirabu, like length: one shot and rating: g etc... yeah, added in some ratings like G and PG, which i did not tag before. Hopefully that'll make it easier to find stuff next time?
Anyway...
Finally. My dad got me a new ceiling light. The last one had a tube that was pretty much dying, and really dim. I'd been asking my parents to buy a new tube for a long time - in the late afternoons/early evenings turning on the light was of absolutely no use - it was just too dim. Now its like... i can finally see clearly in my room again. As bright as day really. But yeah, they argued that they wanted to change a lamp to the lightest size (those circular florescent tube), and its been months, maybe half a year even... before they finally got around to buying it today. And really I could not have changed it myself, even if I could walk. My dad had to manually drill a few holes in the erm... ceiling plate? or whatever you call it... so that it fits the holes of the previous lamp in the ceiling... and joining those wires and stuff... its better for my dad the electrical engineer to be doing it ><
So an update on my current situation. I'm on leave till next Tuesday, tho i have a doc's appointment next Monday and Wednesday... I needa visit the doctor/clinic every Sunday and wedn now. Sunday to have my blood taken for tests and stuff... ah I'm typing in such a haphazard, disorganised manner ne? Gomen. Let me start from the very beginning.
It all started last year. When the HR contacted me for my current job and asked me to start work earlier than I had initially intended to. I was free so I thought, what the heck, let's just stop slacking and go make some money. So I agreed. But tragedy struck as i left the house for work. I'd woken up extra early and got out of the house really early and everything, but i slipped and fell on the path that i've been walking for the past... 10 years. And that broke like all three bones in my ankle and i had two metal plates inserted into each side of my right ankle. Sometime this year in Feb I'd finally started walking again. And my walking was almost back to normal when my ankle started having pus come out again. On the outer side. And two Mondays ago during the doctor's appointment the x-ray showed a possible infection in the metal implant, so i was hospitalized and underwent two surgeries to get the metal implant back out, and the infected tissue removed. Two ops to remove the infected tissue... T.T
Apparently infections of the bone are really hard to cure, so I was put on 6 weeks of antibiotics treatment, which will last till the 6th of May. That's a month left to go. They have this outpatient parental antibiotics therapy (OPAT) thing thankfully, else I'd have to be in hospital the entire 6 weeks. The sucky thing was that the hospital i went to doesn’t have it. I'd have to go to another hospital (NUH). AND NUH SUCKS BIG TIME. Really horrid. No communication between their admin staff and their nurses, pathetic admin staff, pathetic policies that really strive to make life difficult for the patients. Gosh. It just sucks. Even the nurses there are like... what the hell. On the first day when I went, the nurse was changing my PICC line dressing, and she saw bruises on my arm and asked what happened. Like hello? What do you expect happened when you see patients who just got discharged with bruises on their arms? I have like a red dot and bruises on the back of each of my hands, and another two on the inner arm of my right arm. What do you think happened? Needles and plugs you idiot! Clearly the bruise on my upper arm was from IM (intramuscular) injections! What the hell else would have happened? I thought she was joking at first when she asked so I ignored her, but she asked again! And in a concerned, serious manner. I was like seriously... kill me now... Dude I've learnt about the four different kinds of injection in lower sec! Lower secondary! And I still remember them all now! Intravenous, intramuscular, intradermal, and subcutaneous. Granted, I came from a good school - other schools might not teach their students that, and granted, I'm love science and biology so i actually remember such things. BUT hey, you're a registered nurse and you don't know? She was really nice and all but... but... but... the more you think the worst it gets. Sigh. Really the worst part is their pathetic administrative policies and abilities. They are just out to inconvenience everyone I swear. Originally they wanted to take me by ambulance to NUH, get the OPAT things done, then send me back to AH (where i was hospitalized) for discharge. Why? Just because they want Ah to make sure my PICC line is not clogged up. So they would be happy to waste two ambulance trips, and 1 nurse, to accompany me back and forth. Anything goes as long as its not NUH bearing the trouble - its not ok to waste their nurse's time, but its ok to waste the time of others. Like WTF? Just get the line flushed before I leave for NUH... the line is newly inserted and if within the less than an hour of travel time the chance of the PICC line getting clogged up is SO high that you need to get me back and forth on an ambulance, then I'd say my PICC line would have gotten clogged up long ago since its only 'used' roughly once every 6-7 hours. And the whole procedure of inserting PICC lines would not be medically viable. Like... some common sense please? NUH just doesn’t want to take any responsibility but they want your money. No treatment plan in sight yet, but all they want to say it how much it costs. Dude what it fucking more important to me is the treatment plan, not the fucking cost. If i don't even know what the treatment plan is like, how can i decide whether i want to pay the price? Its like you walking into a shop and asking to see the product behind the counter, and all the sales person tells you is 'Oi, that thing costs $4000 you know? Can you afford it?'. It just so very frustrating and pissifying - if i may invent that word. Suck, sucks, sucks. Huge contrast to AH. My dad literally blew his top at the nurses in NUH. And AH too because he was just too pissed. But really its like. In AH, the nurses try their very best for the patients. I can see it, feel it. Its in a really old building now and they'll hopefully move to the new campus that's been in construction since forever by the end of the year, but hopefully I'll never have to visit them in the new building ne? >< Just walk past to get to the next shopping mall will do ><. So yeah, facilities at AH is bad. Really cramp and all. Wheeling a patient in and out of the ward in the beds is a huge challenge in itself. EVERYTHING in the way needs to be moved, sometimes even another patient's bed need to be removed because the passageway is just too narrow. And the toilets... there's like... a 2 or 3 cm gap in total between the toilet door and the commode. The nurses always tell patients to put in their hands otherwise it will get hit by the door... but really, I'm less worried about my elbow then I am about their fingers... since they are the ones pushing me and all. But still they are really nice, always cheerful and helpful... In my 12 days of stay there i got to... 'know' them pretty well. They work really nicely as a team together too... and about the trying their best for the patients parts... well last Monday I had an appointment to get the PICC line inserted, i didn’t know earlier though - they probably didn’t either since the radiologist doesn’t work on weekends and my 'application' was only submitted late Friday afternoon. But anyway the patient care associate (lower rank then nurses, basically they have no proper medical training but help out with stuff like pushing patients to the toilet, changing bedsheets etc...) asked at... idk... super early in the morning if i wanted to bath. I was still sleepy so i said I'd bath later. But later it turns out that I had the appointment and had to be ready in 30 minutes time. So the PCA rushed me to the toilet and helped me take a quick shower to make sure i'll be able to make it for the appointment and everything... In the end there was an emergency and they could not slot me in... and the nurse said that it can only be done on wedn since tues was full already. In the end they did manage to slot me in first thing in the morning on Tuesday. Not just the ward nurses I guess. Pretty much the majority of the staff tries their best to give the best they can for the patients. Like when i had to go for some sort of procedure and they know it beforehand they'll wake me up early so that i can have a nice long shower and stuff. You really do feel that they are trying really hard, in spite of the less than stellar environment.
Over at NUH, it’s a completely different story. Its like a big white elephant really. Its linked to NUS - the most... government funded uni in sg, and NUH gets TONS of money from the gov too. Like they just got two new buildings and all. The OPAT clinic is completely new, in a completely new building, loads of space, very roomy, new furniture... new everything... they have everything but yet they have nothing. On the first visit - the admin knew it was my first visit and all, i gave the admin the memo from AH, then she returned it later without a word. I was a little surprised because normally they would keep those memos... but i assumed she scanned it in or something - they are so 'high tech' and brand new and all... and then she gave me a queue number, without even telling me that sheet of paper was my queue number. Oh by the way, it was after normal clinic hours so i was the only one in the entire waiting room (besides my parents of course). The number flashed on the TV screen, it took me a while to realise it was my number, and then it said to go to room C. Honestly I was expecting the admin staff to call me when my turn came, seeing that 1) there's no one else in the room and more importantly 2) It was my first visit there. The treatment rooms are like in their other corridor so i can't even see where room C was, basically i was clueless where to go. But nope, she just sat there doing goodness knows what paperwork and completely ignored me till i asked where room C was like 5 minutes later. Like... just what is so hard about just telling me 'this is your queue number, please wait for it to be called' or just tell me when it is my turn and show me where the room is? Its just basic customer service and I'm paying a hell lot for my treatment! Worst still. AH applied for me to be in OPAT since before my PICC line was put in, the admin clerk rejected the application without further ado because their 'protocol' - which is clearly build to inconvenience everyone but themselves, requires patients to have a PICC line inserted before application. Like dude? Can't things proceed in parallel? Since you guys take so bloody hell long to process the applications anyway - 2 working days sheesh! AH just want to give you a heads up and more time to prepare whatever documents you have. When i talked to the nurse later, they had clearly no idea that my application had been rejected once by the clerk already. And worst still, after leaving the clinic the nurse called and asked for the memo from AH. So just WTF had the clerk been doing with the memo? Can't you just pass it along to the nurse for us? Or at the VERY LEAST, TELL US to pass it to the nurse??? Yeah we only had to bring it down during the next appointment, but it clearly shows how pathetic their organisation is. I never had such a problem in AH, stuff gets around to where its needed. The admin staff will pass things to the nurses for you, they'll even send someone out to wheel me from the waiting area to the treatment room when I was on the wheelchair. People at AH cares, NUH? They don't give a damn.
Sigh. Enough of my ranting I guess. I'm still stuck with going down to NUH twice a week for another... 4 weeks or so. Sigh... T.T
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