Tales from the Hospital
He incorporates the language of past cinema, with which he is most intimately familiar from his countless hours of film viewing, and combines this with a pre-cinematic sensibility learned from the books he voraciously devours.
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He is the youngest person ever to have been awarded this honor. Maddin has also made many short films, few of which have been seen. It won a special award from the National Society of Film Critics as the best experimental film of the year, won a Golden Gate Award at the San Francisco Film Festival for best narrative short, and was voted one of the ten best films of by both J. Hoberman of The Village Voice, and A. Scott of The New York Times, a highly unusual honor for a six-minute film.
One night, the patient in the room next to hers died, but the body was still in the room about to be taken to the morgue. When I went in to check on her, she had a look of sheer panic on her face, trembling.
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I asked her if she saw something—she started to aggressively nod her head YES. I went on to get details on what this thing looked like. After playing 20 questions I got this: This was the man who had just died next door.
I spent the rest of the night consoling her. I swear I heard a walker going down the hallway for a full few minutes. Hallways were empty, no doors opened or closed and we did rounds 15 minutes after hearing that and every single person was in bed. Worked third shift throughout university. We had one resident who was younger 70s and was mostly in for mental reasons. She had long, dark hair and was very thin. I stood up, looked down the dark hall, and on all fours—straight out of The Ring —this resident was crawling up the hall toward me. One guy was silently screaming through his last few hours of life.
Another guy who up until this point had been unresponsive reached up and grabbed me when we attempted to lower his bed to turn him. I closed his eyes and started the care, and when I looked again those eyes, still staring at me, were slowly opening, one slightly slower than the other. He groaned when we turned him to wash his back and his hand managed to clamp onto the bed rail and we had to pry it off. When we finally got him onto his back again, there was a foul-smelling, oily black, viscous liquid on the pillowcase.
I cleaned his mouth again thinking it must have come from there, but his mouth and nose were clean. The best I could figure the stuff had come from his eye. I was assigned to a young male patient with schizophrenia. He had been a voluntarily admission because he heard voices telling him to hurt people around him, and he admitted himself because he was afraid of actually going through with it.
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Anyway, I went into the room alone, as usual, and did the usual introduction and asking how he was doing. He was at a desk drawing creepy, hideous monsters—each monster had its own page, and there had to be at least half a dozen of these pages scattered around him. I asked him what they were. He answered that those were the monsters he saw. They were the monsters that whispered to him and told him to hurt people and do awful things. I never really experienced being in the ICU before.
What was creepy for me was seeing how many unconscious people were fighting for their lives. I followed a nurse to a major heart attack patient. This guy was put under an induced coma but his eyes stayed open. The nurse had me help put gel over his eyes. I also had to help reposition the guy and it was like trying to move an extremely stiff mannequin. Seeing a human in a not-so-human state is extremely uncomfortable and creepy.
ED nurse warns me this is a bad elder abuse case and the local PD is involved as well as adult protective services. She was found on a mattress covered in urine and stool. The poor woman was horribly demented and her arms and legs were contracted in the fetal position. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was covered in wounds and open sores. She kept trying to talk but her mouth was swollen and full of sores.
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She ended up dying shortly after we changed her code status. Her eyes were open and looking through the doorway when I walked in after the monitor showed asystole. I will never forget her face and those eyes will stay with me forever. While I worked there 7 residents called me into their rooms to tell me thank you and goodbye on different nights over the 3 years I was there. All of them died during the night after they told me.
One would be a coincidence, maybe even 2 but 7? Her parents had been finding her dolls hanging around the house with belts or strings tied around their necks. She went into a rage and held a knife to her own throat. They brought her to the hospital and during her psych evaluation she said she heard voices in her head telling her she was stupid and telling her to kill herself. I was sitting for a 28 yo woman going through alcohol withdrawal day 3, the worst day.
After awhile, she started hallucinating. She thought she was in the car and I was sitting in the front seat, her two kids in the back.
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She talked about her kids for a while and then started screaming and telling me to take the wheel. This scene went on for about 10 minutes of her explaining in vivid detail the car crash that had happened, and how she had killed her son. She was given IV sedatives but when those wore off she had the same hallucination again. It replayed about times over the duration of my hour shift. It was extremely unsettling because after hearing the story a few times, I could tell that this was something that actually happened and that she was replaying the horrifying memory in her head over and over and over again in her delirious state.
Poor woman must have suffered so much. There was one woman on my unit who had a son who visited her every day. She was on hospice, so he wanted to be around as much as possible for his mom. We called him to let him know, and he got in his car immediately to come be there when the funeral home came. The aides had finished preparing her body to be taken out, and we were all just waiting on the son to get there to call the funeral home.
Her room was empty.
The moment he rounded the corner to the hallway her room was in, her call light went on. The nurse on duty and I looked at it, then at each other, as if confirming that we both saw it. As soon as he went into the room, it went off again. We worked on her fruitlessly for mins. The doctor declared her dead and invited the family in. Her body laid in front of the grieving family for almost another half hour. Her family members begged her to come back and say goodbye, she promptly obliged. She sat up, hugged one of them, and said goodbye.
The entire staff rushed in and ran a full code for the second time. She was pulseless and cold when we started the first time, and worse when we ran the second. She never made it. But she was back to say goodbye. It was one of the most unsettling things I ever saw there. That unit only had one aide, so I went over to help her. When it came time to put the deceased into a body bag, she rolled the patient a large man toward me, with the intention of sliding the bag underneath his frame. However, she rolled him and a large groan escaped his lips, and we both jumped and nearly dropped him.
It was just air or gas escaping his lungs, but it sounded exactly like a moan someone makes in their sleep. Still it creeped me the fuck out and gave me the heebie-jeebies. I have had numerous patients in that room see things come from the ceiling and materialize in the room with them, sometimes our staff attributes these to the hallucinations but I was taking with a guy who was totally with it and he saw the same shit.
My personal experience in there is that the pulse oxygen monitor and EKG start reading when no one is hooked up in room. The room always gives me goose bumps. At one point, I worked the night shift and I worked alone. One night I had to X-ray a homeless man who had hurt his shoulder or something.