Nasty Experiences With Karens When Hospitalized Mar 14, 2022 12:50:00 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Mar 14, 2022 12:50:00 GMT -5
Nasty Experiences With Karens When Hospitalized
The term "Karen" has come to be applied to females who behave irrationally and seem to have this constant tendency to make pests of themselves. The following is a description of my encounters with them during my stay at the hospital.
Now, I am not saying that all females were nasty. There were very decent ones employed there who were very professional and very compassionate. However, the ones that were nasty, the Karens, were so good at it, that they almost almost completely nullified that positive effect.
In any case, here is what happened. Overcome with painful urination which I had been enduring for a week, I went to the ER and was admitted to the hospital and was forced to remain in intensive care for a week.
As if foreshadowing what was to follow, the trouble began with the Karen at the lobby check-in desk. You see, this Anglo American female clerk suddenly seemed angry and told me that if I was expecting a miracle-cure, I was in for a disappointment because I was not going to get one.
When I told her I was not expecting miracles, she angrily told me that I should expect miracles because God can perform miracles. In short, she was out to argue no matter what I said. The more I explained that I was not expecting a miracle, the more belligerent she became. After finally getting through the paperwork, I assumed that would be the end of it. Unfortunately, it was just appetizer before the buffet.
Finding myself in this small room where an intravenous was to be attached to my arm, I asked a this white Nordic-looking female nurse, another Karen, a simple question, and she responded with an indifferent: "I DON"T CARE!" and then casually sauntered away. When I pointed out her belligerence, she calmly stated that I was misunderstanding her English. In other words, she assumed that I am not fully familiar with English, and that she could utter anything she wanted to me regardless of how offensive.
Then after a few moments, the same rude nurse calmly returned with the instruments to jab onto my arm and hook me up to the feeding tubes. When I asked her how she expected me to trust her with my health after what she said, she again resorted to telling me that I had completely misunderstood English. When I informed her that I passed my college English Comprehension Entrance Exam at the doctoral level, she blinked silently and walked away.
Well, I was finally taken to the room they had ready, and was treated decently by this elderly African American woman who seemed very compassionate. However, in comes another Germanic looking nurse silently gazing at me as if I were some humongous contagious health-risk. I respectfully spoke to her, and she walked away without responding.
Then the trouble with over-the-counter medications I had brought with me began. You see, I had brought some Pepto Bismol for my diarrhea and inhalers for my asthma. Yet, they locked them up and refused to grant me access. This resulted in extreme agony from the digestive system and trouble breathing in addition to the agony of urination.
When out of shear frustration I approached that floor's front desk to inquire, some Latina Karens began making mocking, laughing sounds about my condition whenever I turned my back to return to my room.
Then, a few moments later, someone knocked on the room door again. After all this provocation I responded in anger. The Karen which had knocked took my response very personally, and decided to fetch a racist Karen nurse to make me pay for having offended her.
The racist nurse, this short Anglo American woman over fifty, just stood by my bedside giving me the traditional USA, racist hate look that I had seen my female school teacher give me when I had been pinned with my pubic bone against a stair step and had extended my hand for her help me, and she had stood there just staring at me and seething with rage in the same manner.
When I protested, the she admitted that she hated Latinos. When I told her I wanted another nurse, she growled that she was all I was going to get and marched out of the room. Next day when my doctor finally allowed me to have my Pepto Bismol, she entered my room and removed it. I dragged myself to the front desk still attached to the intravenous, to ask why.
Suddenly, she appeared shouting and demanding that I return to my room immediately. When I responded calmly, she accused me of shouting at her, and began marching up and down the corridor like a NAZI before summoning security.
She was obviously seeking to provoke some violent response she could observe them tasering me. After I went to my room, this security guard arrived accompanied by a nurse who began refusing to leave the room to allow me to speak with him in private. Finally, after making faces of extreme annoyance, she relented.
I explained that I had only been at the front desk requesting my medicine which the nurse had removed despite the doctor having given me permission to take it. I requested that he keep that racist nurse away from me, and explained that she was in fact the troublemaker.
Never saw her after that, but to add insult to injury, the security guards kept asking the nurses if they needed their protection whenever they entered or were about to enter my room.
Another day an African American Karen appeared and began reviewing my charts. I spoke to her, but she turned her back on me. When I asked why, she was ignoring me, she said she was too busy reading my charts. I requested that if such were her attitude, not to enter my room again. Some days later, the same female entered my room to change my intravenous. Since I wasn't sure it was the same one, I gave her the benefit of the doubt.
But gradually, I noticed that she seemed angered. Well, I was right. The Karen convincingly confirmed it by plunging the hypodermic needle straight into the boniest part of my forearm as an intravenous feed.
When I protested, an the Anglo American Nurse, yet another Karen, took umbrage and began describing her fellow Karen coworker as a professional beyond criticism. So I removed the intravenous myself, and had this other technician, a male, replace it properly. He confirmed my suspicion that it had been purposeful misplaced, directly above the bone.
The last day I was there was no better. I had signed a form requesting that no religious representative be sent to my room, but it was totally ignored. So in waltzes this Karen hell-bent on preaching her preferred version of Christianity to me. Out of a false sense of courtesy, I allowed her to deliver her message, and that's when the trouble I had been trying to avoid appeared.
You see, as a Trinitarian, she referred to Jesus as God. When I informed her that I am not a Trinitarian she grew angry. Ordered me to keep quiet and just listen to her sermon. At the end, she left in an angry huff after accusing me of being hostile towards her.
Then in waltzes the young Karen nurse who had instigated the rabidly racist NAZI marching nurse, (her mom?) on me, feigning to be friendly and asking me how everything had gone since I had last seen her. Asked if I needed pen and notebook to write, then disappeared without ever having provided them just to get her nasty point across that she had been the one who had purposefully instigated the racism. You see, she needed to know that I knew it had been her, as if that had not been more than obvious.
Finally, the doctor and a young nurse who was assigned to walk me out of that hell-hole, appeared. This Karen remained decent as long as the doctor was present, but once he left, she transformed into a demon motivated by some deep-seated hatred.
She began frenetically grabbing my belongings and angrily ramming them into small bags. In short, she wanted to convey the impression that I was being expelled or thrown out or removed from the hospital and not just being allowed to go home. Claimed that the reason for her rude impatience in getting me out in extreme haste, was that it was rather hot in the room. But the temperature was the same before the doctor had left, and she had behaved like a veritable saint.
In short, coming across Karens is definitely not a good. But it is even worse if it happens when you are hospitalized.