Seriously - on day two I though I was going to suffocate to death - it took 45 minutes, three calls to the nursing station to get someone to come - I was having trouble breathing less than 36 hours post op - i had a trache ( couldn't speak), a catheter in placem- an IV in my foot - and two drains, my left arm was out of commission, I had about 60 stitches in the graft site, and weakness thanks to the neck dissection, and I had bandaging on my thigh. I couldn't get up - I pressed the buzzer and they would ask "what?" - here I am I can't speak... I freaked when they finally came in. I could have been dead - I'm still pissed...
My husband and inlaws came that night and I lost it... Told him I thought they were going to kill me (on paper - wrote it down) - rang the call bell to demo, and my husband went off on them. He actually said - you can't be that stupid.... To the ward clerk... Then he said how's she going to answer you? Common sense, a patient has a non fenestrated trache in post op, they ring the bell you get your ass in there immediately - simple as that... to this day it still blows my mind.

Hugs!