MRSA Warning Ignored in ER
I took my daughter to the ER last night or a broken finger and a UTI. While we were checking her in I asked if they needed to be notified if she has MRSA.
“Has what?”
“MRSA. M-R-S-A.”
M-R-S-E? I can check her records.”
“No, Mam. M-R-S-A.”
She checks her computer and finds there is no previous note of it although we have been there before so she scribbles it on a piece of paper for us to give the admitting nurse which we dutifully did. She glanced at it and went on with getting us registered and proceeded to put us in a double room with another patient. Then when they came in to examine and work on my daughter not one of them thought or bothered to even put on gloves or wash their hands before leaving the room. I wonder if they ever did before going on to other patients.
Why didn’t I make a fuss at the time instead of calling to file a complaint today? I suppose it is because my daughter was in their hands and I hate to piss off the people who are going to make her feel better and it definitely seems to piss off medical professionals to correct them. It was 3 a.m. and I wanted to get out of there some time before day light. Whatever, I see it as unconscionable in that daylight. I should have yelled loudly to save the lady in the next bed and the patients seen after my doctor and nursed left with MRSA on their hands. Of course, I have found their attitude here in Omaha to be pretty much, Oh, we are all carriers any how!!! Which is another reason I didn’t speak up. Still wrong. I still should have. I have to be stronger than the opposition in this war even if it means staying up all night and going from hospital to hospital. I should use every opportunity to spread the word instead of the disease no matter how late at night or how mean everyone might be about being corrected. I will do better!!!! See you!
Posted in A Mother's Story
May 1st, 2007 at 11:14 pm
[...] This post here talks about crazily insane shit I never consider a possibility: I took my daughter to the ER last night or a broken finger and a UTI. While we were checking her in I asked if they needed to be notified if she has MRSA. “Has what?” “MRSA. M-R-S-A.” M-R-S-E? I can check her records.” “No, Mam. M-R-S-A.” She checks her computer and finds there is no previous note of it although we have been there before so she scribbles it on a piece of paper for us to give the admitting nurse which we dutifully did. She glanced at it and went on with getting us registered and proceeded to put us in a double room with another patient. Then when they came in to examine and work on my daughter not one of them thought or bothered to even put on gloves or wash their hands before leaving the room. I wonder if they ever did before going on to other patients. Why didn’t I make a fuss at the time instead of calling to file a complaint today? I suppose it is because my daughter was in their hands and I hate to piss off the people who are going to make her feel better and it definitely seems to piss off medical professionals to correct them. It was 3 a.m. and I wanted to get out of there some time before day light. Whatever, I see it as unconscionable in that daylight. I should have yelled loudly to save the lady in the next bed and the patients seen after my doctor and nursed left with MRSA on their hands. Of course, I have found their attitude here in Omaha to be pretty much, Oh, we are all carriers any how!!! Which is another reason I didn’t speak up. Still wrong. I still should have. I have to be stronger than the opposition in this war even if it means staying up all night and going from hospital to hospital. I should use every opportunity to spread the word instead of the disease no matter how late at night or how mean everyone might be about being corrected. I will do better!!!! See you! [...]