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I HATE hospitals.
For those who don't know, my aunt Barbara, who was born extremely physically and mentally disabled, has been in the hospital for the past couple of days to have possible surgery, and to have her brain shunt replaced (it pumps away the excess fluid in her brain).
Except the doctors apparantly have no clue what to do.
And now they just treat he rlike a guinea pig.
Yesterday I was sitting outside her room on the phone, and EIGHT doctors go in. Except it was only one doctor and seven students. So I go in and tell them to get the hell out. The doctor can chekc on her, no one else she isn't a science experiment. The doctor nods sweetly then asks my aunt "you don't mind if they're in here do you?"
Now mind you my aunt has the mental capabilities of maybe a 6 year old. And she's in extreme pain and can't really talk, but she managed to say 'Get Out". Go Aunt Barbara.
It makes me so sick. They have no idea what to do and instead just keep poking and prodding and using her for medical journal information (She's already been in 6 or 7, she was put int he first as soon as she was born).
And in order for them to kepe running their tests, they hurt her. Right now, she's not allowed to drinka nything and she keeps begging "please please can I have a drink?" It breaks my heart.
Today I couldn't go...one because I would break down and probably beat the hell out of one of the doctors and two because I needed to play secretary today (my mom, aunt Karen and Uncle are taking shifts at the hospital, so they all call here to find out whent he others are taking over).
I hate hospitals. HATE HATE HATE.
For those who don't know, my aunt Barbara, who was born extremely physically and mentally disabled, has been in the hospital for the past couple of days to have possible surgery, and to have her brain shunt replaced (it pumps away the excess fluid in her brain).
Except the doctors apparantly have no clue what to do.
And now they just treat he rlike a guinea pig.
Yesterday I was sitting outside her room on the phone, and EIGHT doctors go in. Except it was only one doctor and seven students. So I go in and tell them to get the hell out. The doctor can chekc on her, no one else she isn't a science experiment. The doctor nods sweetly then asks my aunt "you don't mind if they're in here do you?"
Now mind you my aunt has the mental capabilities of maybe a 6 year old. And she's in extreme pain and can't really talk, but she managed to say 'Get Out". Go Aunt Barbara.
It makes me so sick. They have no idea what to do and instead just keep poking and prodding and using her for medical journal information (She's already been in 6 or 7, she was put int he first as soon as she was born).
And in order for them to kepe running their tests, they hurt her. Right now, she's not allowed to drinka nything and she keeps begging "please please can I have a drink?" It breaks my heart.
Today I couldn't go...one because I would break down and probably beat the hell out of one of the doctors and two because I needed to play secretary today (my mom, aunt Karen and Uncle are taking shifts at the hospital, so they all call here to find out whent he others are taking over).
I hate hospitals. HATE HATE HATE.