For people who didn't understand the post and got confused:
My dad was admitted to ER unable to urinate. He was catheterized and sent to a nursing home to await prostrate surgery. The nursing home seemed ok. We had to wait for the surgeon to become available, and couldn't change surgeons due to insurance issues.
Then he was admitted to a hospital for outpatient surgery. Hours later, he was discharged, and I drove him back to the nursing home. He stayed overnight, then the nursing home doctor discharged him in the morning. The day after, a visiting nurse examined him at home, and found he had a fever. She felt he had a infection and told me to take him to the E.R., which I did. They found him to have a staph infection, his heart failed, and his other organs shut down. He ended up in ICU in a coma, then was transferred to a hospice and died there. He went from minor surgery to coma in three days.
Yes, I'm aware the hospital was negligent, but which one? They screwed up his meds at both nursing home and E.R. Hospital. He was given extremely strong diuretics in the E.R. that were supposed to be for a few days only. Doctors at both the nursing home and ER Hospital kept blindly refilling them for over a month, until a doctor at ER hospital mentioned he was still taking them. When I asked why, when we had been told it was dangerous for him to take them more than a few days, the doctor said "I don't know," and stopped them. He had kidney failure by then.
Yes, I know I should have been aware of every med at all times. You don't have to tell me that. I felt I had killed my father, because I should have caught it. For a couple of years I was severely depressed because I felt he would still be alive if I had caught it. And he probably would have. Nonetheless, both the doctors and nurses should have noticed too. It was their job. That med was supposed to be for short term emergency room use only, not daily long term use at that dosage.
My sister and her friend went the same hospital for surgeries. It was dirty. The friend's husband and I had to stay there all day every day because they were forgetting to serve meals, and had to clean the rooms ourselves. My sister had morphine dementia. She was hallucinating and trying to jump out of bed right after leg surgery. They told me to stay there all night and watch her, but I had been there 20 hours and just couldn't stay awake. I asked them if they would tie her down so I could sleep and they said no, although she was a danger to herself and completely out of it. They weren't going to watch her. They wouldn't call a doctor either.
My father later went to the same hospital and it was dirty. Yes, I know there should be a lawsuit there somewhere, but when you've just spent the month between Thanksgiving and Christmas in a hospice every day, watching your father die, somehow it's hard to get up the energy for untangling this mess. I was through fighting with hospitals and putting myself through hell. Six months later my sister was in (another) hospital again with a tumor. I was burnt out.
We had zero control over what hospital due to insurance and doctors' hospital privileges. If we had, my father never would have set foot in there. I tried to get him into another hospital, to no avail. And many nurses in other hospitals have told me that hospital does have a bad reputation.