"I felt like a piece of my roomate's equiptment. My bed was actually diagnal in the room to accomidate herequiptment and visitors. I had to actually move furniture (big wooden chairs that her visitors would leave in the walkway) out of the way to go to the bathroom. My last day there, my drainage site started leaking badly. I told the PCA and I sat there for two hours holding my drainage site soaking wet before the nurse came in to help me. As I was leaving the hospital they had me in a broken wheelchair. When my husband pointed this out to the transport person, she started to kick the wheel repeatedly. Three days after a surgery of this nature, the last thing that you want is someone kicking the chair that you are in. "
