Actually you should be beaten for that
Previous issues
Week 28: Sustainability
Week 27: Why antibiotics
Week 26: Ingrown nail
Week 25: Mask Drama
Week 24: Nurses' diagnosis
Week 23: Care Officers
Week 20: MDK assessor
Week 19: Care service
Bloody hell, have I got a fat selection this week. From my Patter You can take every single one of my carers. One was worse than the other. But every single day there was something that deserved its own place on the podium.
The desire of the morons at the MDK for a Survey of the ventilation weaning potential has real star character. But also mine from Work three hours of anything a day and the rest of the time with mobile phones, coffee, cigarettes and sleeping, completely stressed-out carers, some of whom could hardly be more demotivated, are record-breaking in themselves. And then there were our attempts at crisis talks three and four, which my nursing service screwed up like every time.
And despite everything, I decided on something else. Once again for my big toe. I can't get it out of my head. How does this airhead come to tell my doctor that everything is fine again. Without asking me, without looking at the toe and without at least telling me about it. That was on Friday. Even today, three days later, the toe looks like this:
Status update for the curious:
- hurts to the touch
- Redness of the skin does not disappear
- Intermittent pain even at rest
So no, you whistle, all is not well. "As always.".
Please excuse my sometimes harsh choice of words. I just say what I think. And I think it is becoming increasingly difficult to tolerate such behaviour. And not to take it personally. That's why I'm moving up to number six this week.
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- Cover me up, strip me completely naked and "clean" me in bed with surface disinfection, then soap me up from head to toe. And leave me to freeze for two hours until they have finished the laundry. Read more? You can find it here: Basic care
- Now I have certainty. My beloved sister is visiting. And takes photos of my mask, every time one of my carers claims that the band at the back is already behind my ears - it doesn't go any higher. I was mistaken, I have a perceptual disorder, I'm just imagining it. The photos, however, prove the opposite.
- That could have gone badly in the eye. We were lucky in our misfortune. Does someone actually have to die for - maybe - something to happen? My doctor is convinced that I should have been fever-free two days earlier. After three days of antibiotics, paracetamol, Ibu 600 and Novalgin, the body temperature has to go down permanently.
As is so often the case, my doctor was right. Even after one day, the fever went down noticeably and permanently. After two days it is practically gone. But I have to be given the antibiotic. Unfortunately, this information was lost because there was no documentation due to a lack of clear instructions from the management and due to a lack of serious control, everyone did what they thought was sensible. And because there was no handover. Because nurse A is always late and doesn't give a shit. And nurse B therefore plays the offended liver sausage like a toddler. No more talking to A. As a result, the patient gets twice the amount of antibiotics or, as in this case, none at all. Don't get me wrong, of course mistakes happen in nursing. No one means me any harm. But this must not happen.
But it happens. For the second time in four weeks, which is why it enters in podium position 3.
You can find the whole report here. - You still remember my Nail fold inflammation? It feels like months ago. It was during my sister's last visit to Germany. And she comes to see me - Yippieh! ? - next week. She'll be surprised when she sees this next week. Was almost better after all, after my doctor said, please do not put anything on it. Just disinfect and leave it alone. Um, leave alone and trust the doctor, my nurses can't do that. Well, apart from the sort who, even after explicit reforestation, hardly complies with the request to store me properly at night.
Story follows. Small teaser. Nurse A has independently decided not to disinfect any more. Uh, wait a minute? Yes, the same nurse has just pushed out pus. Strange things have been happening since he was forced to work for me by his PDl for days, completely exhausted and not at all receptive. I really - really - think he has post-COVID. Nurse B, without orders and without asking me, put Lavanid on it. Nurse C picked at it. Nurse D removed crusts, although the doctor specifically said that we were not allowed to do that. Nurse E tells me that everything has healed perfectly and that I shouldn't tell my doctor. The fact that I am supposed to be in pain can't really be true.
I inform my nurses and still inform my doctor. He comes by immediately. Inflammation again. Pus. Blood. Some contaminated ointment residue. Swab taken from skin and sent to lab. Thank you. To the whole team. - To tell the surprise visitor, who enters the flat with his own key on Saturday morning, one of the most implausible old wives' tales I have ever heard. Of course, he didn't drink the can of Jackie Cola. Some completely retarded person threw it in the rubbish and now the whole flat smells of it. He took it out of the bin to rinse it out. More about that? You can find it here: The insensitive sick person.
- The nurse who knew about the miraculous spontaneous healing of my toe when I hadn't even noticed it. And he informed my doctor, although he had neither looked at the toe nor asked me how I was feeling. Because if he had, he would have known that the pain was getting worse, not better. You can read about it here: His 7th words
- Discussion with a nurse about whether it is really nail inflammation, as my doctor claims. She is of a different opinion. If she has her way, I'll have to get a new chiropodist immediately. Mine did a very poor job and didn't even do anything about the ingrown nail. How can she judge this better than my doctor, who has already examined the injury twice with a scalpel and the like? (By the way, you can read here and here.) Because she has the problem too. Oh, guys, you're really getting on my nerves.
- Statement from three of my carers on what they think about sustainability and conservation. "I really don't care what happens to the earth after me.
- "I have to have a little whisky from you now." (he said, ignoring my dimenti and emptying the bottle until the end of service) Read more? You can find it here: Inventory Olé
- Leaving me in the shit for over an hour, because night duty comes shortly and I'm so stressed that my own coffee is more important. I would have loved to use the time to clean myself up, because my three friends who are visiting are having dinner in the dining room. I really don't need to have my ass wiped when my friends are sitting next to me. Read more? You can find it here: Shift, change.
