I chose to have back surgery at Cedar's Sinai Medical Center on June 7, 2010 only to regret it later. I arrived at the hospital at 4:45 am on that day with severe back pain and I asked the admittance desk clerk for an ice pack to help ease the pain that I was having. I was told by the admittance clerk that she had to go to the emergency area to get it but instead she returned to her desk and continue whatever it was she was doing. Fifteen minutes later, a second admittance clerk came and repeated the same thing as the first clerk. At that point, I said just get the ice she rolled her eyes and went back to the desk and start talking to the first clerk.
Fifteen minutes later, the second clerk got up and went to the emergency area to get the ice but walked like it would be a couple hours before she would return. When she did return, she handed me the ice but did not assist me to place it underneath me and I stated to her that I could not put it underneath me. She ignored me and the guard looked at her and apologized and came over and placed the ice pack underneath me. The pain eased up for a moment but I was still very uncomfortable and needed to lay down to take the pressure off my back but was told that I had to wait until the registration office open up and to go there before I could be taken to be prep for surgery.
Another fifteen passed before I was wheeled to the eight floor where there was no one there and I asked the attended how long would I be there, because I could not just sit there in this pain and he said no one was be on duty until 6:00 a.m. and he left. Full of agony and pain I could do nothing but cry and pray that someone would come to rescue me but no one did. However, ten minutes later, the attendant came back with a pillow and gave it to me. I thanked him and took the pillow and got on the floor to take the pressure off of my back.
While lying on the floor several people passed by and looked at me including doctors and nurses, but no one said and word nor offer to help me. It seems like an hour when the same admittance clerk came up to that floor with a group of people who were wondering why I was on the floor and ask me if I needed help. I said yes and and one lady asked the admittance clerk could she call someone that could bring me a guard and she said that she could not do anything because she only admitted people someone would be on duty shortly.
Finally the prep nurse came and asked that all that were there for surgery to follow her. She looked down at me and asked if I needed help to go the prep room. I said yes and she assisted me to get up off the floor in the wheel chair. The prep room was like stalls for each individual which accommodated forty people. The people waiting for surgery were very loud including the doctors and nurses, which caused me to have an anxiety attack. After the surgery, I thought things would go well but I could not get the food that I requested and each meal had to be returned to the point that the food manager came to find out what the problem was and tried to make thing right but at no avail. Finally I was told by one food clerk that if I wanted good food, I would have to pay $199.00 per week for that.
The next day, I was transferred to the rehabilitation flood where there was another experience that I could not handle. The nurse assistance did not speak nor understood English well enough to assist me which created stress for me, trying to explain to them that I had back surgery and could not be moved without assistance and that I needed help to get to the bathroom. Those that worked at night just could not seem to get things right. They would try to push me, pull me, and could not understand the care that had to be given to me because of the back surgery. On two occasions for several hours, I had to lay in my own urine because no one would answer the call button or I would just have to get up on my own to get to the bathroom, so I would not have to lay in my urine to the point were they had to put a buzzer to let them know that I was trying to get out of bed.
The night staff were not informed as to why I was there and what care I needed which made thing worse. I asked the doctor why they did not let the nurses and helpers on duty know what care I needed and what were the dos and don't for me. They could not get my medication right as to what I was suppose to be taking and the medicine I brought in, they could not find it and tried to give me something else.
The second day signs were posted on the wall and the door that I could not bend, left or twist and the room should stay warm. The worst thing that could happen to a person is to have someone waiting on you and you can not communicate with them because they don't speak English. I was so stressed out when I got home that I could not sleep and had to take medication to do so.
