PTSD and TP
Two days later I get moved to a different wing. They cleared out a 3 bed room of the 2 occupants, moved them next door, and I got the customary stained mattress with stuffing showing through at the corners. They covered the sag in the middle with a stained, thin cushion and then covered both with a sheet. They pulled the stuffing out of the duvet that one of the displaced had been using and covered it with a clean cover. And the adventure continued. I spent the next 4 days listening to the 2 displaced patients hacking and coughing in the room next door and thinking that I had not seen the walls and other surfaces sterilized.
Because the majority were there with active TB, I was in almost reverse isolation for the next 48 hours, still getting IV push antibiotics and the 90 minute Vitamin C drip twice daily. Each treatment with a new stick with a metallic needle which was pulled out when finished. All from the meds I bought at the pharmacy in Causeni and brought with me. No WiFi but Vladimir did pack some books, organic juice and apples for me.
I felt I was safer keeping my clothes on and lying on the top of the duvet. I slept off and on listening to the 2 displaced guys next door go through some serious productive coughing episodes all day. But, this was the VIP section and I had my own room.
For lack of anything better to do, I began running comparisons; Eastern medicine versus the 5 star system I was familiar with. There was no ID bracelet on anyone. Twice daily the med nurse came in with a tray loaded with little shot glasses full of meds and a piece of paper with a name on it stuck inside the glasses and demanded “Familia” or my surname. My name wasn’t in the glasses and so she left.
Breakfast 09:00, and the “dietician” delivered a cup of sour cream or a bowl of possibly oatmeal with the obligatory 2 pieces of bread covering the top and she kept the bread in place with 2 thumbs, ungloved. She placed it on the unsterilized night stand, did almost a curtsy to the foreign VIP, and backed out of the room. Lunch was about 15:00 and was some sort of soup with the bread as a cover for the bowl held in place with the same thumbs, no gloves. I did wonder where else those thumbs had been. My table was the night stand for the bed and this was never wiped down. There was no dinner.
When one is getting IV’s, you become acquainted with bathrooms. Mine was just outside the room. The toilette had no lid nor seat, no cover for the guts of the toilette, the water piping was exposed and the peeling paint revealed rust. There was also some scattered torn up pieces of what had been a magazine just behind the toilette. I’ve roughed it with outhouses before. There was a functional sink and a push dispenser for soap but no towels so if one washed their hands it was drip dry. I found no shower. So about day 5, I asked the head nurse in my broken Romanian about toilette paper. She stated “it isn’t a gift in this hospital” but if I was to give her 5 lei (30 cents) she would go to the store and buy me some. I gave her 10 lei for 2 rolls and she was amazed and asked me what I would do with the second roll. To my great relief, she returned with toilette paper in 5 minutes. Interesting paper; very similar to 300 grit sandpaper.
Big improvement in my stress level.
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