Do not talk to me about the terrible goings on in hospitals. When my late husband was admitted to hospital by blue light ambulance, I stayed with him the rest of the day to ensure he had everything he needed. In the afternoon a nurse came to take bloods so I asked him what they were for and he said to check his blood sugar levels. I asked him why he was checking blood sugar levels and he told me because my husband had diabetes. I told the nurse he didn't have diabetes, the nurse checked his chart and said, sorry, wrong patient and walked off. I decided to check my husbands notes and noticed he was down for an enema. When the specialist came round I asked him why the enema as my husband was going to the toilet okay. He looked at the notes and then his notes and said, oh dear, crossed the enema off both sets of notes and walked off. After that I was at the hospital for 10 am and stayed until 10 pm and I checked every single thing that was written on my husbands notes.
When the nurses came round in the morning, they called him by a different name so when I arrived my husband told me and I stood in the middle of the ward and said, 'will someone please put my husbands name above his bed'. I then spoke to the registrar, told them what had been happening and told him I would be with my husband all day on a daily basis until he was sent home. Three weeks later he was discharged but there were so many mistakes made with his oxygen, medication etc. Half of the nursing assistants could not understand the then Queen's English. I heard them shouting at patients and telling them to be bloody quiet. I saw food being taken to patients that were lying down and then taken away, they never got any help feeding. I told the nurses and I was told, they did not have time to feed patients.
I reported the goings on to the complaints board, got a thank you for letting them know and they will do better.
After my husband died, I went to see my GP and made out a DNR which states to not resuscitate if I die, and only give me palliative care if I am diagnosed with a life threatening illness. I am 81 years of age, have had a fantastic life and without my husband, I am just plodding along day by day. Death no longer frightens me but going in hospital terrifies me.