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Home, Hospitals, Holidays and HIPAA

 

 

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To write that being in the hospital is anything but unpleasant and something we all wish to avoid would be obvious and unnecessary. Yet sometimes, it is the only way to enable someone to return to good health, or at least better health. And during a stay at the hospital, there are things we can learn – other than exactly what diagnosis put us there in the first place.

Beginning with how grateful I am for my own bed and pillow, I personally learned how much I really do appreciate the mundane, annoying chores I do on a daily basis that normally give me only the slightest gratification. I missed getting my children ready for school and making my 7-year-old’s school lunch at 6:30 each morning. I missed doing laundry, cooking dinner, paying bills and loading/unloading the dishwasher. After 6 days away, I missed seeing my family every day – even when they were in my face making too much noise when I wanted to be ‘alone’. For the most part, I was alone each one of those days, all day… all night.

It is a conundrum of human nature, I think, to initially be content with what we have… then dissatisfied once we have it for a while… then miss it and want it back once it is taken from us. Or maybe I am the only one who is guilty of this unappreciative tendency, along with the lack of appreciation of the phrase “at least you have your health”.  Spend some time as an anxious patient in the hospital and you, too, may eliminate the words “at least” from that sentence… at least for a while.

Because my stay in the hospital was a bit longer than average, I enjoyed the company of 4 different roommates, 2 of whom were sicker than I was. If not ignored, this benefits one’s perspective; focusing on the pain and anxiety of my roommates was definitely helpful in temporarily diverting attention away from my own problems. While I felt bad for what these two women were enduring, I admit I felt grateful that it wasn’t me. And when I pray for my own health and future, I remember them, too.


Now, since I am never one to overlook the political aspects of an experience… :-/… I was surprised, perhaps even shocked, to learn that our HIPAA Privacy Laws that we are told are so vitally important (and the related paperwork that stuffs landfills everywhere) were broken on a regular basis. If you’ve ever visited a doctor’s office, you’ve signed a HIPAA form that prevents the sharing of your personal medical information without your expressed consent. If you’ve ever watched a television police drama where they need medical records, you’ve probably noticed they need a subpoena to get/view medical records, even if the person is DEAD.

Well, I was privy to dozens of people’s medical records while in the hospital every day, without a subpoena or anything… using just my ears. My hospital room was close to the nurses’ station and every time the shift changed, the nurse on duty would relate each chart’s information to the nurse coming on duty. She would go over each chart, starting with the FULL NAME, diagnosis, doctor’s orders/medications, details of what transpired during her shift, and for some patients, some added anecdotal information, such as “what a nice woman she is,” or “he’s a real nasty one”. I wasn’t trying to hear what they were saying, their voices echoed into my room and to my bed, which was the furthest from the door.

Thankfully, I didn’t recognize any of the names I heard, so all of this information means absolutely nothing to me, but what if I DID know one or more of these patients? I would now know their private, medical history (unless I stuck my fingers in my ears and did that la-la-la-la-la thing). And who might have heard MY medical information? There could have been someone there who recognized my name from seeing it on my check at the grocery store, or the pharmacy, etc. Now they know exactly what is ‘wrong’ with me. I’m not liking this. Why don’t the nurses have a room with a closed door where they can do this confidential job? Why do any of us sign those HIPAA forms in the first place – are they just to make us THINK our privacy is being protected? Hmm…

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 Whatever the case, I was released from the hospital the day before Thanksgiving and enjoyed a toned-down eating experience, but a day full of more gratitude than usual. I valued this more than the usual type of celebration, and hope I can remember this important lesson for future years without preceeding the holiday with an unpleasant trip to the hospital.

 

While all of this is so fresh in my mind, allow me to wish each of you a Holiday Season full of gratitude and good health…
:-)
 
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4 thoughts on “Home, Hospitals, Holidays and HIPAA

  1. Good luck with the Crohn’s. I have had 30 years of luck with that.
    I am surviving with Celiac Disease also and have a blog at http://www.glutenfreesimplicity.wordpress.com
    Your HIPPA thing caught my eye as it is also among Empoyers that it is being
    broken as if it never existed. Go figure.
    wb

  2. Hey, William…

    Thanks for stopping by and leaving your encouraging comment. I was tested for Celiac, but was happy to find out I don’t have it. With Crohn’s being an auto-immune disease, I think many things have the potential of going haywire. So far, I’ve got hypothyroidism and Fibromyalgia with the Crohn’s – and hope NOT to add to the list :-/

    A happy, healthy new year to you :-),

    Debi

  3. Hey Debs!
    Great to see you posting again. Sorry you had to go to the hospital but isn’t it interesting how all things that happen in our lives seem to have a reason? As to the confidentiality thing – I know exactly what you are talking about. A friend of mine had a very bad car accident some months back and I flew to Seattle to be with her – she was in the hospital and we all spent most of our time there, with her – despite her incapacitated state. I was astounded by this verbal free for all that you refer to. Like you, if I wanted to know anything about any patient on that floor I had only to listen. Nurses do talk loud – I can’t quite figure out why. Occupational hazard? I wonder.

    Annie

  4. Hey there, Annie… I guess it’s no secret how ridiculously sporadic I am with my posting. You can just about guess how crazy life gets around here :-)

    I can just imagine what some poor patient must have heard down the hall about me. “Oh that Debi in room 8215, she’s a real loon – I mean, she should be in the psyche ward! And did you see her without her make-up?” :-)

    But it is nice to be healthy again,

    Talk soon,

    Debs

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