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.
I know that in the UK they can have 3-4 beds in delivery rooms and I thought that was disgusting.
The VA is a good example of what Obamacare will look like. When my grandfather was dying from terminal cancer in the VA, they denied him morphine because... get this... he was very very weak and it may kill him.
We discovered that if you position 3 upset girls outside a patients room and you grab every singe nurse, doctor, visitor, and orderly and cry loudly, someone shows up with a morphine drip.
That day I could have killed people with my bare hands. Seriously. But when my father had open heart surgery at a private hospital everything went so super smooth. His doctors met in his room with us all together. We had names and phone numbers. He had a nurse assigned to him that knew his meds. His room and bathroom were large, comfy and super clean. And we had people pop in all the time asking if we needed anything!