Knittynatter
The problem is the NHS is being restructured constantly, but it is always from the top down with no care for the sick. Something not working? Oh we’ll appoint a director for that…… Not enough beds? Oh, let’s appoint a new director. Funding available? Oh let’s have badges / posters / mouse mats. The people who care are working so hard to fix people, the ones who make decisions are too busy climbing the ladder.
... or what they seem to be called now "TSARS"!
Sadly having had 24 surgeries in 22 years I have seen the demise of the NHS for patients, first hand. In 2010, it was just getting to be good.
I have a stoma, and over the years have had around 30 bowel blockages. I have the meds to self-treat at home, which I do, but generally there will usually come a point where I need more help. It used to be that I would arrive, they would cannulate, and give me IV analgesia until the pain went away. I would then have a sleep, things would pass and I would be hoe within the 4 hour target, especially if they listened to me (some do and others can be quite arrogant).
In Feb 2020 I had one - called an ambulance as the pain was excruciating by that point and oral morphine wasn't cutting it. I went into A&E at around 4.30am. Paramedics didn't give me any analgesia, and I waited until 7.30am to be admitted to A&E. I waited for another 5 hours before I was finally given 2 Paracetamol and 5mls of oral morphine (I had already had 20 mls at home + Paracetamol + Codeine). At this point I was literally screaming with the pain - I wasn't even on any IV fluids, on a trolley in the corridor next to the nurses station and was being ignored. Every time someone went past I asked for more pain relief, but was told that 'I wasn't due any'. I think it was about 4pm & I still hadn't seen a doctor ,when I was crying in so much pain that I decided that I needed to lie on my tummy in the hope that it would relieve some of the pain. The trolley was one of those high ones, and the sides were up, so I crawled to the end (I can't sleep in a bed because I cannot get in nor out of one, and couldn't turn myself over), and sort of managed to drop my feet to the floor when the trolley went flying up the corridor as the brakes weren't on, into the next poor patient, and I fell and blacked out. I believe at this point that a dr must have seen me, as I woke up in the CT Scanning Dept with a drip up and was much more comfortable, so they must have given me something. It was 5pm, and at 6pm a surgeon came to see me and said that he would be operating shortly as my bowel had twisted and was dying. I went down to theatre at around 8.30pm, was in there for about 4 hours and woke in ITU at around 2am ..... I kept having flashbacks to when I fell, so wrote t ask them what had happened, and they bloody lied! "There were no falls recorded in the dept that day" - I know I fell, and I know that being disabled I cannot get up off the floor on my own, (as I couldn't last Tuesday when I fell in the garden, and certainly can't get on those high trolleys! I am still having flashbacks to it now - had they just tod me then I could have dealt with it, but no, these trusts are corrupt, and anything that makes them look bad they deny vehemently (Letby!).
It was a VERY long day, but next time, and there will be a next time sadly, I will know that it isn't a blockage, and that I will need operated on before my bowel dies, perforates and gives me sepsis, and this time I will be ready for them. I was sort of lucky that day that it didn't ....
I hate hospitals now .....