I had a (black) friend in NY whose sister was a nurse in a city hospital in Brooklyn. One time they brought in a bunch of gangbangers who had shot each other and one of the creeps was furious because he had a graze wound but according to triage, people with worse wounds were being treated first. He said to her, “hey, b****, this hurts, get me some drugs.”
She leaned over him, looked into his eyes and said, very slowly, “I hope you die.” And then she left him there to whine.
That’s great!
Please tell your friend’s sister that JudyinCanada thinks she’s a heroine.
I got news for you: regular patients are treated pretty much the same way in Brooklyn hospitals. The Caribbean nurses are about as empathetic as stone statues; some are downright abusive. I had some major surgery in a Brooklyn hospital about 12 years ago. Looking back, I consider myself lucky to have made it out of there alive. My surgeon was great, but the nurses were horrible. You have to wonder why they chose nursing as a career. Right out of the recovery room, I was wheeled roughly by a black orderly into an elevator, where he bumped the gurney a couple of times, causing me excruciating pain. He then wheeled me into a room and expected me to move myself into the bed without any assistance from him. After I painfully got into the bed by slowly crawling off the gurney, a woman entered the room and started screaming I was in her bed! The orderly did not assist me to get back onto the gurney, even when I was in terrible pain and could barely move. He wheeled me over to the other bed and again expected me to get off the gurney and into the bed myself. I vomited after being given Percoset--they had me sleeping under the same vomit-stained blanket for 3 days! There was sharp edged medical waste left on the floor. The room trash cans were not emptied. The Caribbean nurses screamed at me for pushing the call button too often, even though it was mostly for my new roommate, who had no legs and could not reach the call button. And then the hospital didn't want to discharge me after a week, even after I told them I was going to stay in the home of a doctor friend. I left anyway. I'm sure I was safer elsewhere than that hospital. So go tell me about hospitals in Brooklyn---been there, done that.