Now that you mention it, yes, I've been on the other side, but it hasn't really been much to write home about -except the last time. I was hit by a hit-and-run drunk (never caught. I found out who it was, but had no way to prove it, so I just dropped it. He was likely so drunk he never knew it anyway). I was riding the bike that is my avatar pic. (the pic is pre-wreck, but it looks pretty much like that now -took a long time to fix). My memories were sketchy, I had minor brain damage (from which I've made a pretty complete recovery. My memory isn't as sharp as it once was, but most of the rest of the body is fine
I was flown to a local trauma-1 center (won't bother to name names) and from what I remember of the ER staff, they did a pretty decent job. The poor devil who tried to get an NG in was not doing a very good job. I actually woke up at that point, told him to use the other nostril, swallowed the end and was back out again (love to have been listening in when they talked later =wouldnt believe the patient I had today! etc etc=) On that note, I'd like to also say that this facility is also a teaching hospital. The guy who identified himself as my doctor, and a surgeon (I remember him telling me that they may have to open my head up. They thought I had a depressed skull fx). Well, fortunately they didn't have to do that, and I didn't have that, but the guy kept popping in on me, and checking to see how I was (at least he seemed to be there when I awakened. According to records, I had a licidity period that lasted 10-15mins) but I felt the need to mention this guy. Wish I'd known his name, but there were so many listed in the chart that I have no way to know, however, it meant a lot to me -he seemed to give a lot of attention to his patients.
Can't say I cared much for the Xray tech (if he was a tech), the guy was kind of a jerk. I was in far too much pain to put any resistance up, and had my wits about me to behave. Guess the guy had a bad day, but he was trying to put me in leather restraints so he could hold my limbs in place -I told him I'd hold 'em where he wanted, but I would not tolerate restraints. He complied.
My biggest beef is the floor care. I awoke again in my room (not sure where I was, to be honest, but it was a single bed room -quite roomy, actually, but didn't "feel" like an ICU, so maybe I was lucky and just had a private room on the neuro floor?) but I was in bed, still covered with dirt (real sand/dirt) grass clippings, leaves and twigs, in a hospital gown. They had taken my clothes, put a gown on me, I'd had head-to-toe x-ray and a ct of my head (I read all this later) but never even so much as wiped me off. Dont know about others, but in fundamentals, cleanliness was really emphasized).
The next morning, I remember some (I assume it was an aid, but again, I really don't remember the details THAT clearly) came in with a basin of soapy water, a few wash cloths, and said 'clean yourself up. Your family is waiting to see you.'.
Now, keep in mind, I'd been in a head-on motorcycle vs. car crash. I was on the bike. I could not move my left arm, could not stand. suffered a significant amount of damage to my left shoulder, left hand, right knee, right ankle, my head and face looked like I'd gone a few rounds with Tyson, and my bean was certainly not running on all cylinders.
The only thing I got out of that facility was the conviction that I would NEVER work in that facility, under any circumstances. I know I shouldn't denigrate the whole facility just because of a bad experience, but I don't want to be a part of what I experienced. I take great pains to care for my patients as a tech, and will do so as an RN (soon as I graduate at the end of the year).
One last note. I have a very high tolerance for pain, so I was not what you would call a 'whiner'. 2 wks after I left the facility, I was walking with the help of a walker and standing for a bit with a cane, but taking nothing stronger than motrin. I don't like my mental faculties screwed with
Hope I didn't bore y'all too much.
Rider of big cycles, smoker of fine cigars, drinker of many beers.