What's the matter with these people? At 715 in the morning, I don't want to hear about your stupid ass summer vacation in Chicago. I don't want to hear about how your 17 year old son is such a "pimp". Of course, you'd think the fact that I was half-asleep and responding in only "yea," "ohs," and "heh's" would have tipped her off that maybe 7 in the morning isn't the time to play meet and greet the new nurse. To make matters worse, she thens PULLS UP A CHAIR next to my bed and begins her discussion on my daily med schedule. As if I've never taken 'em before, on a schedule no less!
"How do you like to take this pill?"
"Uhh, usually water does the trick."
What kind of answer was she expecting? I like them shoved up my ass after she's rolled me over on my side? Then the topper: she changed all the IV rates on the machine. As CF patients, we're accustomed to setting the rates and beginning the drips ourselves. Lest some by-the-book nurse comes in and decides to turn a 30 minute slave session to the pole into a 2 hour adventure. So she drops all the rates by about 50%, watches me swallow all my pills as if I'm 10 years old, then states: "Don't be running around the hospital when it's medicine time!" Bitch, I'll go to a fucking baseball game across the street if I want to and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.
Idiots, I swear...
