Late night bed move

I was awaiting blood test results so was told I’d now be moved tomorrow. So I got settled for bed. But at 9.30pm I was told “you can’t have two beds they are coming to get you” by a really helpful nurse 🙄

I asked if I needed to pack everything up as I knew my husband wasn’t there to help I panicked a little. They said I needed to pack up all my things and then the porters would be there to take me. This included packing a fan, sorting out my suitcase and putting all my eletricals away. Given that I wasn’t meant to lift anything, or walk much this was a step too far. I just wanted to cry. Why on earth were they doing this to me at gone 10pm!? Leave it until the morning for goodness sake. 

The porters finally showed up at 11 to take me. They smashed me into at least 3 walls and bumped me over the elevator without caring. The nurse with me told them to be careful and they apologised but weren’t looking where they were going and I was in pain. 

My meds had also been messed around a bit whilst on HDU so I just felt a bit vulnerable and teary. They took me off the drip, put me back on when they realised they shouldn’t have. Stopped giving me regular pain relief unless I asked for it. I just felt a bit like they didn’t get I wasn’t their usual patient and I hadn’t had a c-section. They kind of just expected me to get up and that be that. 

When I got up to ACU I had a lovely overnight midwife who came and checked I was ok. She then moved me because my tv wasn’t working.

I tried to go to sleep but was upset, anxious and just not feeling ok. I asked for more pain relief and she organised some oramorph for me. She then came to listen to the baby and do my obs as I just had enough and by this point was having a bit of a melt down. I felt like I was being a pain, like the HDU nurses hadn’t understood and now I was paying for it.

I finally managed to get a good nights sleep (despite being woken for meds and obs) and when I woke up properly my husband was there for a much needed cuddle.