Private hospital rooms is really an American thing.
Not for long it isn’t. We going backward.
And I thank gawd for private rooms.
Initial stay at a VA hospital after ER admitted me. . .I was in great pain and was zipped upstairs.
After a couple, of days on the eight floor infectious disease section (single room), I was moved to a same-sized room with three other beds (four total). One guy was dying, another was hacking a wet cough all the time and the third had huge painful foot thing going on and bowel issues. Great.
Oh, and I when I stretched out my arm, it would hit the other bed. . .we were that close together.
When they were moving me into the room there was a nurse putting up a sign on the door telling people this room was a “mask” room, meaning because I was in there they had to put on a mask before entering. . . but yet, they move me into a room with three other sick (one terminally) and they didn’t give it a thought.
The showers were down the hall and had gnats flying around the OLD BANDAGES that other patients tore off and left on the hand rails in the shower. Mold and mildew was as thick as paint. My doctor was appalled and even SHE couldn’t get housekeeping to clean the showers. I could go on. . .
Welcome to obamacare—government employee drones and substandard care. . .and you get to share a room with multiple other people suffering from all sorts of stuff.