Published: November 23rd 2010November 23rd 2010
Sorry to barge in after what has been quite a longish period of no entries with one that is going to make many eyebrows frown and will undoubtedly reignite some old and heated debates, previously posted and discussed on my page. For the past 2 weeks I've been, once again, through an emotional roller coaster that has not finished yet. For the past 2 weeks I've seen a dozen doctors and although I was hospitalised in A&E FUNDENI nobody bothered to have a look at me until I, the patient, bothered to push around some money.
I was admitted on Friday the 19th November , 4pm. After some preliminary investigations I was taken upstairs to the Cardiology ward where I was given a bed to sleep in and LEFT there. For 5 hours. NOBODY came to check on me until 9.30 pm when a nurse came in and I burst into tears. She was baffled and could not understand why the bloody hell I was crying. Indeed, what reason could you possibly have to cry in a hospital, when you are a patient? I was not crying because of the excruciating pain I was feeling in my back, chest and
picture taken about a month ago, unrelated, just helping me to keep a positive attitude
shoulders, nor because I was alone and my loved-ones were far-off. I was crying because I had been sitting on that bed for 4 and a half hours and nobody bothered to come and check on me, to give me some pain killers or just ask me how I bloody was.
I told the nurse straight to her face:
'I was hospitalised almost 5 h ago and nobody's checked on me.'
She barked an apology and tried to explain herself:
'I've just started my shift and don't know anything about your condition or treatment. You don't have a Patient Information Sheet and I do not know what to give you'- she made it sound as if it was my fault she did not have my bloody papers in order. As if that was what I cared about! 5 h after hospital check-in I finally received some intravenous painkillers and slept like a baby.
The following day started with a lot of pain in the back and shoulders, so I called the nurse and told her I needed to see a doctor. I did that 4 times before it actually happened! Lucky no. 4!!!! First she tried to
happy pic....hoping for happier moments
explain that it was a really bad day for the doctors and they were all busy- lying through her teeth!!!- the hospital was annoyingly quiet and peaceful. And besides, forgive my naivety, isn't that thier job???
I had to call her 3 times and complain that I was in severe pain and needed a doctor urgently, before I finally got it!!!! and tried approaching her in the conventional, Romanian way. It did take ages until it hit me! I may be smart , but sometimes I'm sooooo incredibly slow. I got a chocolate, a 10 Ron note ( about 2 pounds) and went up again to see her. 4th time that is!!! Told her the same story: back ache, chest ache, can't move without my entire body aching like crazy!!! Please do not jump to the conclusion that my imagination is running wild- I am not blowing things out of proportion, this is what happened to me just a few days ago. Forth time lucky! I struck gold!! The bribe did the trick and only 5 minutes later I was lying on a bed, connected to the 10 electrodes necessary for an EKG. Can you believe that she even kissed me and promised things would turn out all right for me? An hour later a doctor indeed showed up and calmed me down.
Fun/ funny things about Cardiology ward- Fundeni: Do you know that the nurses go round rooms asking patients if they happen to have pills on them? I am not kidding! During my 5 day stay in the hospital, I was given my own pills- Advil and I received no other sort of treatment. In order to inject some painkillers, the nurse told me she would ask around to see if she could find any. Let alone the horrible food, that's a whole new story. Fundeni hospital, like many others in Romania is bankrupt and can only offer medical help to those who have the money to pay for it. Otherwise, nobody will give a damn, and nurses and doctor will pass you by without throwing you a glimpse even.
Throughout my sty there things carried on like this, begging for attention and getting it only when slipping an envelope or some bank notes down the nurses and doctors pockets! Thank God I'm home now, not well, bedridden for another week and missing work like crazy. But at least I'm out from that God-forsaken place where money rule and where- in the Cardiology ward, the people who work there night and day, night and day, keeping a vigil, are shamelessly and hopelessly....heartless.