After staying at Harbor-UCLA Medical Center for 2 weeks, I was informed that I would be moving to another hospital to begin therapy. The doctor told me that I would be transported via ambulance. I waited patiently for the ambulance to come. I waited for almost 2 hours. They finally came and placed me on the gurney. I thought to myself, “What the hell took these guys so long? Is this how long it takes to get to an emergency?”
When they took me outside it felt great. It felt like months since I breathed air that wasn’t air-conditioned and felt the warmth of the sun on my skin. I slept during the ride and we ended up in Long Beach at the Miller’s Children Hospital. I was then brought into my room and was later greeted by two pediatricians. Dr. Wang, and Dr. Biddell. I wasn’t too fond of Dr. Biddell since she resembled me of my elementary school principal.
They began to talk to me and told me a summary of what I would be doing there and the rules. I would be attending and participating in a plethora of various therapies, was going to have my vitals taken every 4 hours and that if I ever got out of bed, I was to wear a gate-belt, helmet and be supervised or escorted by an authorized adult. They were aware of the incident at the previous hospital of me falling and told me that If I tried something like that, they would get me a bed with a fence surrounding it. I didn’t like the idea of me being on a schedule like school, nor did I like the idea of nurses annoying me throughout the day. At this point, I still had the cocky, independent teenager in me and frowned upon the helmet and constant supervision.
They began to talk to me and told me a summary of what I would be doing there and the rules. I would be attending and participating in a plethora of various therapies, was going to have my vitals taken every 4 hours and that if I ever got out of bed, I was to wear a gate-belt, helmet and be supervised or escorted by an authorized adult. They were aware of the incident at the previous hospital of me falling and told me that If I tried something like that, they would get me a bed with a fence surrounding it. I didn’t like the idea of me being on a schedule like school, nor did I like the idea of nurses annoying me throughout the day. At this point, I still had the cocky, independent teenager in me and frowned upon the helmet and constant supervision.
The room had more benefits in comparison to the previous hospital. It actually had walls instead of curtains ensuing more privacy. I had a television that I could actually control and a call button to call the nurses if I ever needed anything. It felt better, but boy was I wrong.
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