People who work in hospital Reveal the worst thing they have seen a patient go through

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r/AskReddit Stories: People who work in hospital - What is the worst thing you have seen a patient go through?

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Worked at a nursing home/hospice. One of my favorite old guys would always greet me and tell me about the new plants in his room. He loved those plants, and would open the shades every morning for them. One day, I heard he was going in for heart surgery, and had a very slim chance of survival. The last time I saw him, his wife was sitting on the end of his bed, and he was sitting up. Both looked terribly sad. The wife was crying, and the old guy was just staring into nothingness. I told him that "I better see you tomorrow, you're one of my favorite residents!" And the both of them laughed, and I went on my way. I ended up having the next 3 days off, and upon my return, I was told his room needed to be deep-cleaned (moving patients, or patients dieing or vacating a room warrented a full cleaning for the next patient to board.) I went in, and everything was gone. His sheets were stripped from the bed, all his pictures and memorabilia were gone. All that was left was a little wilted plant on his window sill. I was heartbroken....


RIP Mr.B.

catsupy
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“He was excited to see his cat” goDdAMN I’m alREAdy cRYIng

gore
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What I expect: lots of gore
What I got: lots of tears

hescrem
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Worked in a hospital years ago, surgery rotation. A patient had a lung removed due to primary lung cancer, and sadly developed an infection in the cavity. It grew worse and in the early hours of the morning they went back to Er to try to manage it. VERY GRAPHIC, scroll down to still read)...






When removed bandages, saw that infection/debridement had destroyed about 40% of anterior/side chest walls, and the remaining tissue also looked terrible. Some dried looking ribs were still sticking out into air and the attending started snapping them off. There was just a huge open space. I asked how they would fix the missing area, the resident said “There isn’t a fix.” I asked later if the patient knew what was under the bandages (didn’t want to ask in Er despite pt. Being under general anesthesia), and was told no.

Itriedtakennames
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Does HIPPA forbid medical workers from even talking about their cases to therapists? It sounds like such a stressful job that they should have someone to talk about their most difficult cases with for mental health's sake.

RaccoonJinchuriki
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11:37 I watched my husband die from the same illness. It was awful. He was a recovering alcoholic and there came a time when he could no longer physically attend meetings. I knew that he enjoyed seeing his friends there--- it was something he looked forward to when he was feeling up to it. Well one night in the middle of some of the AA guys sitting in the living room for the meeting, he called me over and I could see he looked pretty ill. Paul was a very stoic man and handled pain like no other (he'd say it was because he was a Marine!) anyway, he whispered in my ear that he did not feel well and could I please ask the guys to leave? After they all left, he threw up so much blood, it looked like the whole family had been murdered there. Very sad--so heartbreaking.

neverthesame
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I want to be a nurse, but I’ve cried overhearing other patients being told they can’t have children, that their child has an autoimmune disease, or that they have cancer, without knowing them, without even seeing their faces. I’ve cried in the doctor’s office, because this kind of bad news changes the energy and atmosphere in the room. I’m tearing up hearing these. The fuck is wrong with me?

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The story at roughly 5:30 with the 16 year old who tried to kill himself- I get the dad said some horrible shit but for the mother to not let the father see this soon in a time like that is the most selfish, unbelievable thing I have ever heard. For her to do that and possibly deny not only the father, but also her son, what may well be their last chance to see or speak to each other is enough to convince me that maybe, just maybe she is an evil enough person to have led her son to suicide. Regardless of the son's reason for trying to end it, there are no words for what that woman did to her ex-husband AND SON. I would like to believe that if there is a hell, there is a special place in it for her for that act alone (as well as any other parent that keeps the other parent away from their child at the end of their life). Un-fucking-believable.

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Military medical here. At this office I worked, I had to do up to the wards and have patients sign HIPAA papers and medical papers. I met a 19 year old cancer patient. I had to wear gloves, scrubs, a scrub bonnet(not sure what its called) and have him sign papers. He was so skinny and frail, with almost no hair. He died while my coworker was working. At the clinic I work now, we recently found out a 20 year old had cancer in his spine, and was spreading quickly.

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Here’s a creepy/funny one:

My Dad was a respiratory therapist for 40 years. We both worked graveyards and I would wait up for him in the mornings for him to get home, too. One morning I found him pacing. He said that for the last week he’d had a patient that was with the mafia. His people (the mafioso’s) would hand wads of cash to hospital staff saying “take care of our boy” (no one kept the money, of course). Well their “boy” coded. My dad was at the head of his bed bagging him. Suddenly, whilst FLATLINED, he simultaneously jerked his head up and hand up in a thumbs up staring back at my dad! He never had a pulse, and would never have one again. Everyone in the room lost their crap, and scarred my dad for life.

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Med student here. One day I heard of this brand new patient who was run over by a train and had both of his legs amputated, he had just arrived and was in surgery. One of my classmates was in the OR that day and she told me it was horrific.

Few days passed and I had to do rounds and collect a clinical history. And well, this guy had just woken up. I walked in, presented myself and started asking questions. The guy was 23 yo, just a year older than I am, and wow, his whole life story was a red flag. It was a matter of time before something bad happened to this guy, and well, it happened and he lost his legs. He had a drug problem, and the night he was run over he was so high that he couldn't walk straight, so he fell near the train tracks and passed out. He woke up to the train crushing his legs and in the previous nights he had dreams in which he could hear the train coming again.

He was kind, nice and kind of drowsy because of the pain meds. Very cooperative with my interrogation. He told me "I can't be sad, my mom is already sad and someone has to be strong". It broke my heart, and I told him he had the right to be mad, sad, to cry.

I hope he got the help he needed.

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That poor little girl, I hope she is with her mummy and daddy in heaven. God bless the doctor for the flowers... That first gentleman with his cat....oh boy I miss my cat when I'm away as I have no children

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Worked as a nurse on a medical/surgical, trauma, Ortho floor at a level 1 mid-city teaching hospital.
We had a fair amount of patients detoxing from random street drugs to alcohol.
The DTs can be life threatening. It isn't helpful to care for our patients, if they are dealing with the pain of withdrawal. Therefore, we give them alcohol as ordered.
Never the less, I had an unfortunate patient in his late 30s who was in the throes of DTs and was somewhere in his mind, but in no way mentally present. When I started my shift one evening, going into the room to assess him, I found him eating his own feces with a spoon. 😧🤢Needless to say, it was a traumatic cleanup for me, but the patient was fine with my gagging in his confused state. It was terribly disconcerting to have witnessed a grown man in that state.
He was sent to a subacute after care hospital without having cleared the ammonia that had accumulated in his body, still confused. I hope he healed well and never learns of his shit-flavored chocolate pudding snack.

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That first story was so sad, that guy never got to see his cat again and the cat never got to see his human again. I hope the man died at least somewhat peacefully and the cat went to a good home.

Bruh-obmi
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I work in a nursing home , there is a pt that seen her father and sister die from the same disease that she has..

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While I was away with my dad's side of the family, my uncle had died from diabetes. When I got back, my momma's eyes were swollen and red, but I thought she was just tired. I was really happy and told her all the fun things I did with my other side. I asked her about uncle and asked if he has been dispatched from the hospital yet, and she told me he passed away. "Uncle Bubba passed away, my brother is dead". I can't even explain how I felt. The realization. It's horrifying. 3 years earlier, I lost a cousin due to a shooting. I still haven't gotten over it. And now hearing my uncle has died? I felt so sick, I almost fainted. He had a sharp stinging pain in his side and was sent to the hospital. My grandma thought he'd gotten too drunk again and went to visit him. They told her he won't be leaving the hospital, because his body was starting to fail him. She called other relatives and informed them it was a much serious matter. Everyone was there, Except for me. The only thing keeping him alive was a machine, so my grandma decided to pull the plug and let him go. In his last moments, everyone was saying kind and comforting things until he stopped breathing. To make matters worse, my grandma, only 53 year old, has been diagnosed with some kind of disease. I don't even wanna know, or ask. I hope she isn't next, im not ready for another. I can handle situations pretty well, but death does something to me. I simply can't cope.


I beg you not to drink heavily. My uncle thought he had everything under control, when he didn't. Don't make the same mistake he did. He almost had a career in his hands. Make smart choices, please.

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I have been on the ventilator twice for breathing problems. And I could hear most everything people were saying.and I signed to be a dnr because it's so miserable.

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Was pretty rough the day I looked dow at my white shoes and saw blood dripping from the recently amputated leg of a young 17 year old girl. My baby sister, nine years younger than me. I was a young LPN and I did not work at that hospital but she had so many other injuries that they allowed me to do what ever she wanted me to. This was about 36 years ago and I remember it like yesterday.

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My uncle worked in a hospital and he told me his first day they had him give a man with MRSA (staph infection) all over his body a bed bath. He said his skin was coming off like corn flakes with every wipe. 😣

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I remember when I broke my leg, and they had to set it back so that it could heal. It was so painful, I screamed and screamed. I almost passed out. I still have nightmares about it. The worst part was, I found out I had terrible doctors doing it. I went to my regular doctor about a week later, and they did the same thing, but I didn’t even feel it. It was awful, and I’m never going back to that first hospital again.

Stereo