Grrrrrrrrrr!
Jan. 27th, 2011 04:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichI am feeeling very fierce right now. See, I have a little yellow armband on, which indicates that I am a patient at risk of falling, thanks to the morphine. And that means that every damned surface of my room is sensitized with alarms to go off should I move. I mean really - a loud klaxon goes off if I shift too much in my bed. I cannot get out of bed, or out of the lounger chair, without a nurse and a nurse's aide there to assist me.
I'm not kidding. And when they are busy, I end up sitting upright in my bed with my fingers in my ears, waiting for them to come and use the code to turn the damned alarm off.
I odn't know who thought up this 'great' idea but I'm betting it has something to do with an insurance lawyer. I cannot waive the stupid requirement - instead, I am held prisoner in my bed, or my chair, until such time as a two attendants can come down and watch he stand up and move.
This means, btw, that I can't even go to the bathroom in privacy.
And about that morphine? Havent needed it for hours.
I'm not kidding. And when they are busy, I end up sitting upright in my bed with my fingers in my ears, waiting for them to come and use the code to turn the damned alarm off.
I odn't know who thought up this 'great' idea but I'm betting it has something to do with an insurance lawyer. I cannot waive the stupid requirement - instead, I am held prisoner in my bed, or my chair, until such time as a two attendants can come down and watch he stand up and move.
This means, btw, that I can't even go to the bathroom in privacy.
And about that morphine? Havent needed it for hours.
