Holy Christ did I lose my shit today. [View all]

[LuckyCharms]

I hope I can explain this. This is not hyperbole. I literally lost my mind with anger today. Some of you are going to think poorly of me after reading this, but that's life.

I'm in the hospital in a shared room. The man next to me is completely bed-bound, and therefore he does not use the bathroom.

The bathroom has two doors because it is shared with the room next to mine. You lock both doors when you go into this tiny bathroom so you don't get walked in on.

My pain level is 7 to 8 with no exaggeration and I'm alternating between several different opiates that they are trying. Nothing is knocking this pain down, and I am very concerned about constipation from the opiates.

In addition, the nature of my illness shoots my pain level to a 10 when I move my bowels.

I was laying in bed and happily realized I could have a bowel movent. At the same time my malfunctioning IV pump was beeping like crazy. I got out of bed and my fall risk bed alarm was going off at the same time, and so was my low glucose alarm, so it was bedlam.

I couldn't wait for an escort to the bathroom, so I dragged my IV pole in there myself with all these fucking alarms going off.

I was in an opiate haze as I entered the bathroom and rushed to the toilet to sit down. I noticed the toilet was unflushed and full of shit. I made it just in time to sit down. Didn't have time to flush it first. Started having a bowel movement and screamed in pain.

I could hear adult visitors in the room next door raising hell. As I'm doing my business, I feel urine wicking up both of my grippy hospital socks. They were soaked to the ANKLES with urine.

I pulled the string to summon an aid. I stood up, still not done, as the aide came in, and pointed to the floor that was soaked with someone's piss. The aid got mad, threw some paper towels on the floor, wiped it up a bit, and angrily said that was the best he could do without calling housekeeping. He tried to walk me back to the bed by grabbing my arm. He assumed that I was the person who destroyed the bathroom. I said I'm not walking back to bed with my socks soaked in piss.

I started sobbing and said YOU NEED TO GO NEXT DOOR AND TELL WHOEVER THAT PIG MOTHERFUCKER THAT TOOK A DUMP WITHOUT FLUSHING AND THEN SOMEHOW MANAGED TO PISS ALL OVER THE FLOOR THAT I'M GOING TO COME OVER THERE AND KNOCK HIS FUCKING TEETH OUT.

Long story short, the visitors were asked to leave as I ranted to an admistrator who came into my room about people who think they are the only ones who exist on this earth and think they can just use a patient bathroom like a godamn animal in the woods.

I had to strip down completely and sponge bathe myself and spent a good 10 minuted washing my feet.

The bottom of my gown somehow got soaked in this guy's piss, an so did the casters on the IV pole, so they had to give me a new pole.

I was so fucking mad that my systolic rose into the 190s.

Tell me, what is it with these fucking garbage people who think they can act however they want? To top it off, there talking about putting me in a nursing home temporarily for longer term IV infusions rehab because this infection is not going away. Probably because I'm walking in other people's piss like I'm barefoot in a Port O John at an outdoor concert.

I've had enough. What in the world has happened to people? There are people here crying and screaming in pain 25/7, and some greasy visitors motherfucker comes in and destroys the bathroom like he's in a dive bar.

Fuck everything.

Sorry for the spelling errors.