Actually you should be beaten for that
Previous issues
Week 32: The Incorrigibles
Week 31: Decubitus on the ear
Week 30: "The new one
Week 29: Mr All Right
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
A rollercoaster of emotions. That's how you could describe the past week. I wrote exactly the same thing last week. Because that's the way it is. In bed with me, a few beautiful pictures came out (click here). here).
There have not been any major upsets this week. I'm still waiting to hear back from the doctor. Mr Spahn's new cost-cutting laws disregard dignity. And with disregard for human rights. There is a reason why the draft law had to be revised countless times. It was not even allowed to keep Mr Spahn's name. Nevertheless, it is a huge pile of shit. Let's see what it will become. #RISG #IPReG
Maybe the time has come to ask for a "personal budget". With my care services, I don't know. It's not going to work anyway. All overworked because too busy with private things, hungover on duty or otherwise difficult for me. For reasons.
For the first time, however, no one has been kicked off the current hit list this week. Which does not speak for the quality of care. It's just because the current top ten are so intense. I could say that I've been drooling for an hour, my ear hurts, I'm in a very bad position (so I'm not going to be able to laxate), and brushing my teeth has been cancelled again, as it seems. My nurse doesn't care. But that's nothing new. Even my girlfriend tried to talk to me this week. Of course, she has also noticed that I am moved every 60-90 minutes during the night. Except for this one guy, whose mind is always somewhere else. He really ignores me. His answer: "No, I was there every 8-10 minutes." - What bullshit. And he carried on just as listlessly and listlessly as on his induction day almost exactly a year ago. At that time already more the mobile phone in his hand than his eyes on the patient. Actually, he deserved another place. But that would eliminate tenth place, and that's not good enough.
Oh, one more thing. My ears are almost deaf. My nurses are all too stupid to read the leaflet for my Otowaxol ear drops and make it worse with every attempt. At least now I don't have to put up with my nurses constantly phoning Mummy. What a kindergarten.
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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. Read more at here.
- "The new girl who knew everything better but couldn't do any of it. She started every shift by explaining why she couldn't work today either. Instead, she preferred to spend her time with coffee, cigarettes and private phone calls on my balcony. As she did during the first induction. The second one she refused like docu and care instructions altogether. To be read at here. And here. Here too. And the here we still have.
- 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 is incorrigible. Despite photographs of evidence, he cannot be convinced that ligaments that are too tight cause pain. With the result that I suffer a grade 1 decubitus behind the ear. Under the band of the respiratory mask, of all places. A place where wounds heal particularly well. Would you like a photo? You can find it in the detailed report here.
- 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.