I, touch wood, have never been in hospital as a patient though my mum was in and out a few times before she died at 92 4 years ago, including having a new hip at 90. I was also there a few weeks ago with my daughter who had just had a miscarriage and had to go in as a day patient to have it all "taken away". I strongly feel that, although the medical and technical side of the nursing cannot be faulted the good , old fashioned , bed side nursing care was none existent. My mum needed a colonoscopy and refused because of the awful laxatives that she needed to take. It took my brother and I ages to persuade her to have it and we only managed it when the ward sister promised her privacy and dignity. It didn't materialise and mum never forgave us. I visited one day and she wasn't in her bed. She had been taken for a scan hours before and was on a trolley outside the scan room waiting for a porter. No one from the ward had wondered where she was or checked up. One evening she phoned me and said she was really cold and had told the nurses. She was told there were no more blankets anywhere in the hospital (it's a huge teaching hospital). I spoke to the sister and said if she didn't find a blanket I would bring one from home and then go to PALS. They found one in minutes. My daughter was waiting 8 hours to be taken to surgery. The staff were lovely but not one piece of information was offered. We had to constantly ask what was happening. I eventually (politely) lost my temper. A medical person I hadn't previously seen was with the nurses at their station. She was horrified. She was in charge of the theatre and had no idea my daughter was waiting despite the nurses constantly telling me it was all in hand. I pity anyone who has no one to fight their corner.