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Suction Fail

Checking in to document yet another fail on the respiratory front. During a brief change I needed suctioning. This happens quite often and it is always an exercise to get the patient care technician (PCT) of the day to understand me and not turn me on my back. The PCT on this day used the alphanumeric board to determine my need. Thank you Sophie!

She, correctly, pulled the cord to initiate a staff emergency. Nurses answered the call promptly but were thwarted by another machine failure. The suction machine failed to suck! You cannot make this shit up! This machine fails 7 times out of 10. At what point is it considered negligence?! Is this how it is supposed to be?

Obviously, I lived, for I am on another rant. The mucus secretions pooled while I lay on my side and Sophie cleaned them out with a toothette.

I don't get it.
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Location: 2720 E Madison St, Seattle, WA 98112, USA

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