By New Times
By Connor Radnovich
By Robrt L. Pela and Amy Silverman
By Ray Stern
By Keegan Hamilton
By Matthew Hendley
By Monica Alonzo
By Monica Alonzo
Unfortunate? Why not try descriptions like callous and negligent, or incompetence, complacency, insensitivity and all-around stupidity?
Why, for example, is it necessary to wake patients from a deep sleep at 6 a.m. the day after surgery to demand they stand on a scale and be weighed and measured?
Why is it necessary to be asked the same questions about previous illnesses time and again? What happens to the list of questions you answered the day before or on your previous visit? What happens to all those computer records?
Who decreed that sleeping patients must be awakened in the middle of the night so that a thermometer can be stuck in their mouths and that they can have their blood pressure taken?
Intensive care is understandable for critically ill patients. The same kind of treatment for other patients is merely intentional harassment.
There are severe nursing problems. Some nurses are excellent. A few are head cases. A few more seem to be terminally stupid. But, overall, there is no esprit de corps.
Many nurses at Scottsdale North are merely day workers filling in for an extra day's pay. No wonder so few seem to care.
One thing's certain.
When I get the bill for my five days at Scottsdale North, it will be enormous.
There will be no deduction for the wild ride stemming from the cost-cutting transfer of patients that sent my blood pressure up sixty points.
There will be no refund because in five days there was not a single item of food that was edible.
This enormous hospital bill can be paid only because of two separate hospitalization policies carried by both my wife, Christina, and myself and both of our employers.
Something is wrong with the hospital system all right. Everyone keeps paying more and more for less and less.
We are left with a hospital system that has lost touch with its own soul.
Like Howard Beale in the film Network, I'm here to tell you to "go to your nearest window and yell as loud as you can, `I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!'"
Please don't think I'm complaining because I still don't feel well. The procedure performed by Dr. Larsen worked just fine. The recovery has been miraculous.
I feel better than I have in years.
Now, I can't wait to pick up the scent of those two legendary mountebanks, Dennis DeConcini and John McCain.