My crazy/distressing experience in ICU:
While still "under the influence" as I began to come to I kept pressing the red light on the device on my finger which I was too doped up to realize was the oxygen monitor. My feet were restrained and in pressure cuffs because I had had the fibula replacement of my jaw. I wanted to turn my other foot out at the ankle so that my hip could be rotated slightly and have some kind of support placed under the small of my back, both to ease severe pain from being flat on my back which has some slight deformities. I will never know if I had been told where the call button and morpine pump button were and was too medicated to remember or was not told but it was 2 days before I could communicate that need through coherent writing. Adding to my confusion was that the clock was broken so there was no way to judge how long this was going on. When I was more alert I kept trying to get the attention of the nurse at the desk sitting at th window to my room who was supposed to be monotoring me but she was busy on the computer. Finlly I was able to get help from a nurse on a susequent shift.
I had to ask to be bathed several days post surgical - neither a hygenic nor comfortable situation. It seem that this is far from a priority in ICU.