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Regarding how they handle medication distribution... it was always the same routine. Around 9:00 PM, the staff would just wander into our rooms asking who needed painkillers and who needed something to sleep... those sleeping pills were handed out like candy—just a way to knock everyone out in order, passing around Xanax, Ativan, or Lorazepam just to keep things quiet.
I still remember one night while I was a patient there, an emergency case came in right in the middle of the night. This woman, probably in her fifties, had been stabbed in the abdomen with a knife; she was from Afghanistan and didn't know a single word of English or any other language we spoke. Of course, the second they tried to get her out of her clothes, she started screaming. She spent the entire night wailing in pain, but those mindless drones—honestly, calling them nurses feels generous—instead of actually calling for help, they just stood there mocking her because they knew she couldn't understand them. In the end, they just tied her to the bed. Absolutely horrific... It was actually the patients who finally stepped up; we rebelled, told them to back off, and tried to calm her down ourselves using soft voices and steady looks. We gave her water and just talked to her... nonsense talk, really, but it helped. It didn't matter that she couldn't understand the words; what mattered was the presence we offered.
And don't even get me started on the nursing staff at the clinic reception desks... those are the worst kind of bureaucratic gatekeepers you'll ever meet... they’d practically let you drop dead on the floor if you were missing a single lab report, a referral, or some other trivial piece of paperwork...
I still remember one night while I was a patient there, an emergency case came in right in the middle of the night. This woman, probably in her fifties, had been stabbed in the abdomen with a knife; she was from Afghanistan and didn't know a single word of English or any other language we spoke. Of course, the second they tried to get her out of her clothes, she started screaming. She spent the entire night wailing in pain, but those mindless drones—honestly, calling them nurses feels generous—instead of actually calling for help, they just stood there mocking her because they knew she couldn't understand them. In the end, they just tied her to the bed. Absolutely horrific... It was actually the patients who finally stepped up; we rebelled, told them to back off, and tried to calm her down ourselves using soft voices and steady looks. We gave her water and just talked to her... nonsense talk, really, but it helped. It didn't matter that she couldn't understand the words; what mattered was the presence we offered.
And don't even get me started on the nursing staff at the clinic reception desks... those are the worst kind of bureaucratic gatekeepers you'll ever meet... they’d practically let you drop dead on the floor if you were missing a single lab report, a referral, or some other trivial piece of paperwork...