Thanks for the well-wishes, I am recovering.
And yeah, Jade, though I never became a nurse, I knew I wasn't at my best. Breathing is pretty important, and I was sure I sounded whiny and somewhat freaked out at being admitted again, especially the first morning while my sats were still really low and I had a lot of breathing treatments. I know my mental balance, and tons of speed+steroids doesn't help it. (And it may be because I'm only 110 lbs, but solumedrol makes me dizzy -- everything combined and I was very happy for the IV pole when getting out of bed so I had something to steady me.)
When someone came in the room to check on me and asked if I needed anything, I tried to keep it simple. The only time I really had to wait for anything, beyond the med issue during shift change the second morning, was while they were getting me admitted to the floor (and of course the ER sent me up about 3:30, so that meant they hardly had any time to get me checked in before time for shift change). And all I had to wait for was tissues and an extra pillow.... things that were not exactly priority (I got up and grabbed toilet tissue when I really started hacking, it wasn't like there weren't other options). I got those things around 8 AM when it finally settled down. That may sound bad to some who think pillows are more important than breathing, but in between then I'd already had two breathing treatments, so it wasn't like the essential things weren't getting taken care of!
Ruby: I really tried not to be a baby about the sticks -- I was dehydrated, and so I knew that was part of why it was so difficult, plus they still had droplet protocols going on since this started as a case of the flu... it was hard for me to breathe through the mask when they had me wearing it, I know it can't help when you're trying to concentrate. In the ER they hit the best vein they could find quickly, but after a few hours that line would only run if the tubing was held perfectly. My nurse had to get another nurse in to help get the second one going, and the fifth try got it... but it *hurt*, more than any stick I'd had in a long time. I was really embarrassed... didn't scream, but I know I made some noise and got teary-eyed. I heard them talking and I know they were using the smallest needle they could for all the fluids and antibiotics that were going to be going through it... I know no deliberate torture was involved.
And goodness, no, you don't sound "mean", by a long shot. I'm honestly glad I only had my mother come to visit. Her husband called enough that I wanted to have the phone in the room turned off... (long story but he's a drunk and we've been on precarious terms, and he is trying to "make nice"... just doesn't know when to stop, and the booze doesn't help him in making that determination.) If he'd come up there and seen me miserable, he would have thought it was the "right thing" to try to demand this or that or whatever he thought would make me comfortable. Truth is, I was going to be miserable no matter what, and everything that could be being done was!
A lot of my issue with this is that I am one of those people who just prefers to crawl into a cave when I'm sick. I don't like fuss and bother. And more than that, I hate being a bother.
One last thing on this, because I know personal medical experiences aren't exactly what this forum is for:
The non-pharmaceutical intervention that helped the most with my misery? Hot packs. The antibiotics hit fast, and my fever went down quickly. Once I wasn't running a fever, when I was uncomfortable coughing but didn't want any more pain medication, the nurse suggested a hot pack. I put it on my back where I'd had my extra pillow I was using for bracing when I was coughing, over the two lobes of my lung that were unhappy. It helped a lot with the dull aching that was there between coughing spells, and felt good as part of bracing during coughing, even if it really didn't make the lancing pain during the coughing dull much. At home I've been using a heating pad and an extra pillow the same way.
Once she showed me those, that was at the top of my request list when someone came to check on me and ask me if I needed anything. Miracles in a shake bag!