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More Respiratory Glitches

I'm better about noticing when I need to use the cough-assist and suction machines. When I indicated that I needed them, the new nurse had no idea where to stand in relation to the equipment. The charge was not taking control, in my opinion, leaving me to use my head and eyes to motion her to assist. I got panicked in the face of malfunctioning equipment, yet again, and ordered the charge out. (An order that he, wisely, disregarded. I still had secretions that needed to be dealt with.)

However, the new nurse, mistakenly, thought I meant for her to leave, so she did. Oops!

Another nurse filled her spot. Lucky for me. So, the new issue is that somebody is fiddling with the dials on the cough assist machine. Really! As if I don't have enough challenges. Furthermore, the nursing home does not have any idea what the settings should be.


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Location: 2720 E Madison St, Seattle, WA 98112, USA

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