27 weeks and already sick of the hospital

Yes I am keeping quite the count down. What else am I going to do as I watch the days slip away? I have a tree line outside that I can watch the colors of fall appear on, but only so much will change in one day. The colors of fall happen so gradually. It is a game for my husband and I to try and take pictures of the family at the height of the fall season when all of the colors are at their peak. Not this year, I suppose. I do want him to get pictures with the girls though, he isn't thrilled about that; I won't be there.

Lately, the staff here thinks it is appropriate to wake me up at 6:30am every morning for blood work. Then the staff apologizes on their way out and they always say, 'go back to sleep, sorry for waking you.' LOL I can understand saying sorry for waking you, I can't for the life of me understand why someone would say go back to sleep. They say this after they draw your blood of course. It makes zero sense to me. So this week I have had someone in here everyday at 6:30am ready to draw to my blood. I thought a hospital was a place to get better? Or maybe a hospital is where people come to have their symptoms fixed and then they can go home to get better? I really don't understand this mystery. Isn't a hospital staffed all day and all night? You would think they have 24 hours to come and draw my blood so they really shouldn't need to do that at 6:30am? Oh well.

I have managed to lose weight through all of this though. That could be seen as a plus, if I wasn't pregnant with twins of course. :) It isn't because I am on a diabetic diet either (more on that front later). I honestly think it is because I am stressed being in here. One might think I shouldn't stress because it will raise my blood pressure. That is probably true but everyday there is a new test I need to do or something else they need to check or more blood work for not so obvious reasons. It is stressful. Then there is this one nurse who finds it so important to tell me, before she takes my blood pressure, that she will tell the doctor on me if my blood pressure isn't perfect. I know that already, you don't have to tell me that every time you come in here. LOL That only makes it worse. :) Ah the joys of a hospital.

I think hospitals are trying to steer toward customer service but that might take a while to accomplish, I think. There is this one nurse that does come in here once a week and her presence means... 'venting time'. She comes in here for the sole purpose of wanting to know what is going on and what needs to change. I like that time. I feel so much better after that. :) I think it's a great idea for venting time. Everyone should try it. Just vent to the wall if you can't find someone to vent to. It might help. :) No, I don't vent to the walls here in this room but some people could find that comforting. :) Anyway, I will write more on the hospital saga later.