Just thought it would make you smile.
On Friday 12 Feb I became aware of a bit of a "Poorly" feeling. Ignoring it, like us good girls do, I carried on. Sat 13 felt worse, by Val's day felt complete shite and had stopped eating (not in protest, just felt very ill) Thinkin it was my MS troubling me, I saw GP on Monday 15 - gave me some medicine. Started throwing up. Threw up all evening, during the night, all day Tuesday. Admitted to hospital on Tuesday evening. Was told that I'd be sent home on the Wed morning and I'd be ok once I'd been to the toilet!!
The hygiene in that ward and the lack of cross infection skills were piss poor but as I lay there, smelling like I'd just crawled from the bear pit, I didn't actually care.
By Wednesday evening (when I clearly should have been at home according to them) they'd started to panic and run around taking blood tests etc.
Throughout this time I was still throwing up every few minutes. On Thursday I demanded to be moved on my private health scheme, but guess what? I was too ill to be moved by then.
Anyway, it turns out guys, that I have had blood poisoining, kidney infection, ecoli, the scans revealed shading to my kidneys. To be fair I think I am lucky - a girl in the same ward as me is just about to make a decision whether to have both her feet amputated having had the same infection.
The disgusting standard of hygiene were something else - I shall be writing to the necessary people.
By Saturday (considering I'd not eaten for a week) I was told I could have something to eat. I opted for tuna salad sarnie and fruit salad. (I'm not a dietician, I had no idea what was suitable a week after spending every waking moment vomiting) The sandwich was prepacked and with more additives than I could count or pronounce, the fruit salad was an apple, a rotten on at that.
Dear Mr Oliver,
I wonder if you would like to take on the NHS, in a similar way you did to the school lunch problem?
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I hope you're on the mend now. Sounds awful.
ReplyDeleteWHen my wife was in hospital after the birth of our first I noiced after a few days that she was still lying on the same sheets as when she'd arrived which were, by now, filthy.
I went to the nurses station to ask them to change them to be told sniffily "Well she's had her curtains closed every time we've been round."
I was a little stunned by this. Not only that the staff felt unable to poke their heads round and ask but also because they thought it was a good idea to let a new mother with a poorly baby just hide away for days on end.
Oh dear, how horrific!!! Poor you - and I do hope you are feeling much better now.
ReplyDeleteStandards are so poor - since they got rid of matrons and proper ward sisters in the mid-80s. Without the beady eye of Matron, nurses will cut corners.
what they dont realise is that sick people need a clean, hygienic place to recover. It seems glaringly obvious to anyone with half a brain.
As my great grandmother said (who was very poor, and had 13 children): "soap and good manners don't cost a thing."
Her kids didn't die of anything except a couple copped it in the First World War. Actually, no, one died after drinking bleach in a 'dare' competition with his school friends. But at least his insides were CLEAN.