AM I BAD?

I received my hospital bill today. Not the bill, but the insurance coverage. This got me thinking about my 11 day stay.

When I first got to my floor the staff was great. For 2 days I had some great care givers. They were all over it. We actually were able to joke around in between injections of some 'kick your butt' pain meds.

Then came the 'Night Crawler". She came in the wee early hours of my third morning. She spoke with an accent that sounded like Haitis or some crap. I don't know where she was from, but she freeked me out. And she was mean to my roomy and I liked my roomy. Not to mention, when the other nurses gave me my 'make nice' pain meds, they used two vials. The Night crawler only used one. I didn't question her about the number of vials she gave me.

Then I notice she is on the computer (they have 1 in every room for staff) and I can see she is pulling info up on several different patients. I said something to her about it and she got all huffy with me.

They changed shifts and my day crew were all different and we were able to have a good time. I even got lots of apple juice (Crab yelled at me for not drinking water).

Wee early hours of the fourth day. The 'Night Crawler' returns. This time I'm ready for her attitude. I didn't sleep at night when I was in. My roomy did. 'Night Crawler' came in making so much noise my roomy woke up. My roomy asked her if she would hand her her purse? She wanted her lip stick. This lady was old school and wasn't about to let herself go with bare lips. 'Night Crawler' told her she didn't have time and walked out of the room. Now I'm thinking...I ring the buzzer and ask for pain meds. She come's back in with pure attitude and gives me one vial.

Shift changes, newbies come in, I get two vials of pain meds. We have fun and my roomy get's dicharged (she has to wait on a ride). They have staff that come around asking the patients if they have any complaints or concerns. I kid you not. My mouth opened and I told them I didn't want the 'Night Crawler' anywhere near my room. I let them know my opinion was she had no business in the profession. Was that bad?

Night's five through ten I spent laying awake sipping apple juice waiting for her to come in my room and try to put chicken feet in my bed.

This trying to post new all the time is making me tired. How will I ever be able to work if I can't even blog. *wink*