While asleep, I was pulled from my bed and made to sleep in
the patient lounge because apparently I was bothering the
other individual in my room. At about 6:30 AM the next
morning I was woke up and my bed was taken back to my room,
but I was not allowed to sleep anymore. I was left in there
with only my gown on. I was asked if I wanted some juice or
anything thing and I said I wanted to sleep. I was told that
the other individual in my room was still sleeping and that
I could not go in my room. I was allowed to put on some
clothes. But from about 11:30 the night before until what
turned out to be about 2:00 or so that day, I did not have a
room or bed. I had to use the "time out" bathroom." I was
never asked if I had any issues, of which I did. I was
there for depression, as in the previous three years I had
lost my mother, father, and brother, and I was the one in
charge of all three funerals. In addition, I suffer from
restless-leg-syndrome RLS and severe insomnia. I sleep
about four to maybe five hours a night. The rest of the
time I am up and down and I use the restroom. When at home
I may watch some TV and walk around the house stretching. I
do remember sitting on the end edge of my bed, facing away
from the other individual, with my eyes closed for awhile.
It seemed odd that she was constantly asking me if I was
okay, to which I always answered yes. We had had a couple of
nice conversations prior to this and she even informed me,
after the fact, of using my shampoo and conditioner, to
which I replied that was perfectly fine. My rights were
definitely stripped away and without even any type of
clarification on my part, or even real explanation as to
what was going on. This incident has caused me great harm as
I feel even more suicidal as ever. My Dr. has stated that
if I need to come to the hospital for safety issues or any
other assistance, that he would ensure I would be admitted
to the higher unit on the facility. Unfortunately, he is on
vacation, and I do not trust the admitting department to
follow his directions. Therefore, I feel completely alone
in my illness and since this is the only hospital I have
known since my first depressive episode about 6 years ago, I
feel as though I have nowhere to turn. Since I am feeling
suicidal, I am just hoping my husband will not give up on me
and keep me close to him. Of course how long this can last
is really anyone's guess. I believe that I would recommend
a different care facility if not already involved with Vista
Del Mar and have found positive benefits of being admitted.
Joanne Groves
November 3, 2016
