It one of those situations where you gotta give the hospital the benefit of the doubt -- but they also know and abuse that (If desired) basically unchecked.
I never do. Just talk to nurses. Night nurses are well known for doping up everyone in the ward on opioids and various other substances when they come in for their shift because they don't want to be bothered working graveyard. Typically, the worse nurses are placed on that shift. It's regularly used as punishment and where they send people considered a problem on staff. If you ever see anyone that really isn't young working 3rd shift at a hospital you know it isn't because they're new and haven't worked up the ranks yet. It's because no one on first and second shifts want to interact with them.
Did you know that something like 80% of patients in the ICU claim the staff are trying to murder them? They have a word for the condition and everything. They call it "ICU Induced Delirium". I have personally dealt with this myself with my Grandfather. He was in the ICU after a heart surgery. He was lucid for most of the time he was in there. The only time he wasn't was right after they wheeled him back when the anesthesia hadn't fully wore off.
After surgery I sat up with him all night. He told me multiple times that the night nurse had attempted to kill him the night before. I told him to calm down, she's not going to kill him and he's just worried over nothing. He swore to me it was true. I dozed off at some point after getting him to sleep and woke up to him trying to undo the restraints on his legs they'd put on him after surgery so he wouldn't move around. If I'd known they were still there I would had removed them hours ago but he never said anything. He looks over at me and I could see he was terrified in his eyes "Son, help me. Let's get out of here!". I calmed him down and got him back to sleep after I undid the restraints.
The nursing staff was acting strange all night. They claimed I couldn't close the curtains because they needed to see him at all times. I noticed no other patients were under those restrictions. They said it was to monitor his vitals. But they had the ability to remotely monitor all the ICU patients vitals (I asked the day staff because I was curious). I figured they were just being extra cautious but I really wanted to close those curtains because I figured it would calm him down.
Now here is where I made a really stupid decision that I will regret for the rest of my life. I sat in the room for over an hour making sure he was good and asleep. I wanted a cigarette bad by this time it'd been hours. I considered smoking in the bathroom or near the window. But I didn't want to risk getting kicked out because I wasn't supposed to be in the room anyway (way past visiting hours). I was the only one there from the family because I sent my Grandmother, Uncle, and Dad home so they could get some sleep (they'd been at the hospital watching him for days by this point, as he'd had two surgeries on his heart. This was after the second one).
So my addiction overrode my better judgement. Even though I promised him I wouldn't leave I decided if I left for just 5-10 minutes he wouldn't even know. I told the head nurse that I'd gotten him calmed down and he's sleeping good. Please do not bother him. I will be back in 15 minutes I'm going out to my car for something. I left the ICU and ran down 5 flights of stairs to an open door that led outside where I knew I could smoke and crack the door open with a rock. I rush down and hotbox a cigarettes and was only gone for about 5 minutes, 8 minutes tops. I hotboxed that thing like I was in the bathroom at high school.
I run back up the stairs and get let directly into the ICU. As soon as the door opened I heard my Grandfather screaming. I ran around the corner and saw two nurses in the room. The one he claimed was trying to kill him and the head nurse I'd just asked not to bother him. I enter the room and he sees me "YOU PROMISED NOT TO LEAVE. IT'S OVER. I'M GOING TO DIE. THEY'VE KILLED ME".
I ask the nurse wtf is going on. They claim he woke up and they injected him with a sedative. The nurse he claimed was going to kill him wouldn't look at me and rushed out of the room. The head nurse got angry when I raised my voice and accused them of entering the room while I was away for no reason. She threatened to call security and have me banned from the hospital. I told her to get the fuck out. We're paying thousands of dollars a day for this room and we'll do whatever the fuck we want in it. She left and thankfully didn't go through with her threat.
My Grandfather was very upset. He said he woke up when he heard a noise and the Asian nurse (the one he claimed was trying to kill him) was already putting something into his IV. He said he woke up and tried to grab her arm and get ahold of the syringe to find out what was in it. At that point she called for help and the head nurse came into the room and they injected him with a sedative with another syringe. So I already know they lied to me. Later on the nurse would claim that it was just a routine injection.
I'll never know for sure because I left the room. The sedative put him out like a light all night from then on. He didn't wake up until 8am many hours later. I overheard the staff talking and they kept talking about the "racist" on the floor that didn't like Koreans. I found out from the day nurse that they'd somehow found out my Grandfather served in the Army during the Korean war. Which in their mind explained his racism towards that particular nurse. Well problem is, that theory falls apart when you consider his day nurse was also a Korean woman. A very good looking one I might add. She was very nice to him every day when I was there. She'd ask him "Do you know who I am?" and he'd always say "Yes! you're the pretty little girl that's taking care of me".
I've never once in my life seen my grandfather express racism towards anyone or utter a slur. Even towards people he hated. My Grandfather was a very good man and he made a point to make sure I never became a racist and instilled in me the value that all people are created equal and should be treated with respect unless they prove to you otherwise that they're bad people. He and my Grandmother hired man black people over the years to work at her business and to do various things around the farm. His main mechanic was a black man. He had many black people serve under his command while he was in the Army and all of them said he was the best CO they ever had. When he moved into the civilian sector he made sure several black people that worked on his crews got promotions and even went as far as arranging and paying for tutoring sessions for multiple people so they could obtain their GED to get a bump in pay and become eligible for promotions or to be hired by the company (contractors moving to in-house). He was not a racist. Not ever towards the people that shot at him in war. He knew they were just doing their jobs and in the same shitty situation he was in. He didn't want to be in the Army in the first place.
I left in the morning because I had to go to work then slept hard the next night. I was going to go back the next night to watch over him but my Dad and Grandmother assured me they would do it. But they got talked out of leaving at the end of visiting hours that night so no one was there with him all night. The next morning at 4am I pull into my work place and my phone rings. It was the night nurse. They were calling to tell me they'd just had to intubate him. I asked why they were calling me there were supposed to be family members there. They said no family was in the room all night because they'd all gone home at 9pm. I asked why they needed to intubate him but they wouldn't give me a straight answer.
I walked into work and told my boss I was leaving and to not expect me in for at least a few days. Which would end up costing me that job but fuck 'em. He was a terrible boss anyway (his wife was sweet though).
When I got to the hospital he was out like a light again obviously highly sedated. They claimed he couldn't breath on his own despite the fact he'd been breathing fine for days at that point. No one would give me a straight answer for what caused his sudden lack of being able to breath on his own.
The short version for the rest of this story is: They wheeled him out of the room around noon that day for a third surgery. Which we later found out was totally unneeded and I suspect they did it just to run up the bill. They put a pace maker in him for no reason. A couple of days later I came into the room and there were new machines hooked up to him. I asked what was up with this and they said he'd contracted a "super bug" from the last surgery and they were attempting to clean and filter it out of his system. A few hours after that they told us he was going to die because they couldn't kill the infection. Make the decision: pull the plug now or wait?
We made a few phone calls to let everyone know to come to the hospital right now if you want to say goodbye. We held hands in a circle around him and had the plug pulled. As he was dying he and I locked eyes. I saw the lights go out. That image is burned into my mind.
I finally got paper work on everything they did and gave him while he was in the ICU about a month later. I checked to see what he was given that night when I stepped out of the room to smoke. There was only two injections listed: His routine medication at around midnight and the sedative. The injection that nurse gave him while I was out of the room wasn't in the paper work anywhere.
I am 99% sure she killed my Grandfather.
As to why I suspect this other than the above: My Grandfather told me in the days before he went to the hospital that he "wouldn't come back alive". He had a feeling of impending doom about that surgery even though it was mostly routine with a high rate of survival. Between the first and second surgery we were alone in the room together one night and he expressed to me that he'd like for me to go buy a munch of morphine so he could peacefully die. Since he was going to die anyway and didn't want to do it in pain. I told him that it wasn't my place to make that decision but if he wanted I would do whatever he wanted as long as he ran it by my Dad first. He told me not to speak about it anymore and not to tell anyone. I think someone on staff probably overheard us.
I did tell my Dad about it a few days later. Which was a huge mistake. Since he freaked out and yelled at me.
The hospital staff was constantly trying to gaslight me and telling me my Grandfather wasn't lucid. But it was obvious he was lucid the entire time other than that 15-20 minute window when they first brought him back to the room. If anyone is qualified to tell if someone is lucid I think close family would know better than strangers.
Searching the web after all this happened I discovered the ICU Delirium phenomenon and that there were several papers published about it but all of them have not conducted any real studies on it. I also discovered that it's well known that there are many nurses working at hospitals that consider themselves "Angles of Death". Who inject elderly patients during the night shift to end their suffering (so they claim). I also found many cases of nurses that got caught doing this who would climb into the bed with the patient after injecting them so they could get off sexually while the person was dying. One of them that got caught had been doing it for over 20 years and claimed she'd done it to hundreds of people. She wasn't sure how many exactly because she did it so often for so many years. Finally, I found out that nurses typically have easy access to most of the potent drugs in the hospital pharmacy and no one really checks on supplies kept at the ICU aside from restocking them when they run low. There is no paper trail left to follow if one of them swipes some drugs.
I think it's widely known in the medical community that this is a thing. All the paper on "ICU delirium" gloss over the fact that 80% is a _really_ high number and no other ward in the hospital has this problem even if someone is coming off the same drugs post-op. None of them ever look at the staff having something to do with it. They blame all the patients for being mentally ill. Which is an all too common way to hand wave away problems these days.
Speaking to some nurses I know that quit the profession in 2020 they all told me it's very common. That everyone knows about it and that they keep their mouths shut because they don't want to risk their jobs.
I smoked in his room until he died when I sat up with him from then on. The nurse he didn't like tried to give me shit for it one time. "It's illegal" she said. I said yea so is murdering a man. After that they didn't send her into the room anymore and they never said anything about me having a smoke a couple of times a night. I was trying to be courteous to other patients by smoking with my head halfway out of the window. There was a guy in the ICU dying of cancer and I sent him over some smokes and a lighter. They yelled at him for smoking to but he didn't two give fucks and dared them to arrest him.
I know this got long. But I just wanted to show this isn't unique to the psych wards. They have no problem at all injecting people and even murdering them.
Fun fact: after my Grandfather died the insurance company had the gal to send a bill to my Grandmother for 100s of thousands of dollars claiming that every time he'd seen a GP, filled a prescription or went to the hospital was not covered by his health insurance. They were threatening to take all her money, land, and house. I hired a lawyer and got that shut down real quick since his company had to by law pay for all medical care due to unsafe working conditions and a class action lawsuit. It was really fucked up they sent that letter about the time she was finally getting over not having him anymore (about a year later). She went through more grief and anxiety than she was already dealing with at the time. I wonder just how many people have gotten tricked into paying money to insurance companies after someone dies. The entire thing read like it was designed to take advantage of poor little old ladies that wouldn't know any better. They itemized everything. If the man got a tylenol tablet in 1991 at the hospital they had figured up how much it cost and added it to the total. I forget the exact total right now but it was well over $300,000 they were claiming his widowed wife owed them.