The Grand Finale: How a Nurse from Station 11 Turned Our Hospital Stay into a Nightmare
So here we are, folks, at the third and (hopefully) final installment of our epic hospital saga. Grab your popcorn because this episode has more drama than a daytime soap opera. Our lovely Lady Jenn finally gave birth to a premature but fierce little girl. Jenn delivered via the normal procedure, and she got the green light to go home the very next day. But—and there’s always a but—the baby had to stay behind in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) for a week. The docs needed to keep a close eye on her respiration, especially since they stopped the Dexamethasone. I was a teary mess the next morning, fully prepped to check out of Sukro. It felt like we were on the cusp of victory, only to be told we couldn’t take the trophy home yet. Life is cruel like that sometimes.
NICU: Not a Vacation Destination
But hey, if staying in the NICU for seven days was what our baby Yui needed, then so be it. Time flies when you’re having fun, right? Or when you’re stressed out of your mind. But let’s rewind a bit and revisit the drama—because what’s a hospital stay without some good old-fashioned conflict?
The Nurse in Blue: A Villain Emerges
Remember that charming nurse in the blue uniform at Station 11? The one who had it out for Ken and Jenn’s mom? Well, she set her sights on Ralph next, and let’s just say, it didn’t go well for her. I missed the action because I was stuck in the billing department, waiting for the final bill—a process slower than a snail on a lazy Sunday. Ralph, ever the pragmatist, decided to start loading our stuff into the car. That’s when the nurse from hell intercepted him, blocking him from taking our bags out. Her gripe? We hadn’t settled the bill yet. Ralph, with the patience of a saint (or lack thereof), fired back that it wasn’t our fault their billing system moved at glacial speed. Our stuff, our right to move it—end of story.
The Showdown
Ken relayed the play-by-play over the phone just as the commotion hit its peak. As soon as I hung up with Ken, Ralph called, fuming. He urged me to pressure the billing department so he could shove the receipt in the nurse’s smug face. Moments later, the bill was paid, and Ken took it up to Station 11. Ralph, with the fury of a thousand suns, showed the proof of payment to the nurse, threatening to file a complaint for detaining our belongings. And what did she do? She flat-out denied everything. She 100% lied to their faces, claiming she never blocked them from taking their stuff. Classic deny-and-lie move—smooth as butter and just as greasy. I wish I’d been there to throw in my two cents.
The Not-So-Grand Exit
It’s important to note that all the other nurses were absolute angels, providing care and comfort during such a stressful time. It was just this one nurse in blue (how Ken and Ralph described her to me) who decided to make our lives difficult. We left the hospital with a mix of contempt and relief. Our parting message to the nurse in blue: what goes around comes around. After the discharge, we stopped at Mimi’s for our late lunch/early dinner before heading straight home to Hinigaran. Sure, we felt a bit unfulfilled, but the important thing was Jenn was on the road to recovery.
Gratitude and Grumbles
In the end, while we were grateful Jenn was okay, the whole experience left a bitter taste. Hospitals: where drama and inefficiency meet. Here’s to hoping our next adventure involves less drama and more baby snuggles. Until next time, stay sarcastic, my friends.
