I used to think a trip to the hospital was a safe haven to mend. That you were enveloped in the care & gentle hands that helped you on the road to recovery. In days gone by, you recognized a nurse by her uniform, the starched white dress, hat & black lace-up shoes. Okay, so that dates me, but at least you knew who was who. These days, you are lucky if you can tell a nurse from a patient to a visitor. Having just had the misfortune to visit a hospital every day for 3 weeks, it seems that 90% of nurses are discontent with their job, have no empathy for their patients who seem to be just tiresome burdens.
Why have things changed so much?
Don’t get me wrong, nurses should be recognized as special individuals who do a remarkable service, but something is missing? Unfortunately, speaking personally, I would be pretty terrified and have absolutely no confidence in having to go to hospital as a patient without having my loved ones surrounding me to oversee what is being administered, and by all accounts, becoming “my nurse”. It makes me wonder about those unfortunate ones who have no one. My motto is to do everything possible to keep healthy.