My sister was admitted, as an emergency, to an assessment unit and was told she would be going to theatre after lunch yesterday. She had had not eaten since Sunday so not a problem, except that she didn't go to theatre yesterday or this morning or this afternoon nor tonight. She rang me at 8pm to say they were trying to send her home to return in the morning when they would put her on the theatre list. She is on Morphine and in distress but has stood her ground and told them she is staying put in case they don't have a bed for in the morning. When I saw this afternoon she was on her fifth litre of fluids, thankfully, or she would be dehydrated too.
The corridor of the ward was littered with equipment and the whole appearance was chaotic. On the way out DH said to me that McDonalds were cleaner and better run perhaps the NHS should recruit from there.
