Albany VA medical center – Part 31


November 18th, 2006

We waited between 5:00 p.m. and 9:00 p.m. for Ashley to get his painkiller.  I am sick to death of this VA hospital.  I would have understood if his blood pressure would be low and/or if his ammonia level wouldn’t be tested but we got the results about 6:30 p.m. and it was only at 26 and anyway they were giving him his lactulose in case his ammonia level would increase because generally after a TIPS procedure that is the case.  Like it wouldn’t be enough,  I already said to the nurses and the doctor he is able to take FENTANYL like he received at the ICU and guess why he waited for 4 hours to get his painkiller?  It’s because it was FENTANYL that was to be prescribed again meaning that they had to get a prescription first in order to get it.  I thought we were at a hospital where everything is supposed to be handy in order to intervene effectively but I guess not. Ash had to wait 4 hours with an acute chest pain for no other reasons that the folks working there aren’t caring enough…  If the VA Hospitals aren’t better than this office in this Village and the Albany Stratton VA Medical Center, I wish us to find another way for my husband to have health care.

Albany VA medical center – Part 29


November 16th

I realized this morning when they entered (inserted) a ¾ inch tube in Ashley’s body to first his belly, second his lungs, they could use FENTANYL as a painkiller. (the one that at first Ashley felt he was about to vomit – read part 28.  Why I know that?!?  Because yesterday night, Ashley had a very big pain and I told them to NOT use Morphine even though it is what the nurse and the doctor available at the Intensive Care Unit wanted to use.  They finally figured something out about 30 minutes later my husband asked for a painkiller and they found FENTANYL.

Since they didn’t try to find another painkiller when they inserted this ¾ inch tube (I wasn’t able to be at the Albany medical center at that time because US Immigration was “handling” my green card so I was not able to get a learner permit from the DMV and I was at hundreds of miles away from the Hospital) simply because they could find FENTANYL, I consider what they did to my husband is called: TORTURE.  Ashley had what the “doctor called”:  “panic attack” this morning.  What he had was acid reflux chest pain or the gastroesophageal reflux.