vernon
Harder than Ronnie Pickering
- Location
- Meanwood, Leeds
After six days in hospital, the blood test results indicated that I could use orally delivered antibiotics instead of IV delivered ones so I was despatched home with a large box of cocodomol and 500mg capsules of antibiotics. I'd had Tramadol issued on three occasions but sadly my current pain needs didn't warrant it being included in my drugs package.
The hospital stay was interesting to say the least. And I saw how the NHS has to cope with patients whose ailments were self inflicted i.e. drug/alcohol abuse, weird i.e. get admitted as an in patient despite there not really being a clinical case for it and then kicking off when they are told that the stay is only one one instead of the expected three. And those whose apparently mild symptoms masked some pretty serious ailments.
The doctors and nurses on the whole were an amazing team coping with very challenging circumstances in an unflappable manner.
I was known as 'a lodger' - I was moved from the correct ward at three o'clock in the morning on the second night to a cardio-thoracic ward. I was with three patients whose post operative conditions were quite serious but were well on the way to recovery and I was humbling to have them express shock, horror and sympathy when they saw the asymmettry that my legs presented as I hobbled off to the toilet by the ward entrance.
It didn't take too long before I discovered the ability to emulate Tracey Island with the remote control for my bed. A fart league organically emerged during my stay and I am proud to say that I as the winner on loudness and toxicity criteria.
The highpoint was witnessing the ejection by security of the jumped up arrogant little git who'd 'paid his taxes and NHS contributions for the past sixty years'so who f&%k were they to tell him he couldn't stay or f$%king swear the bunch of useless cnuts'. They just happened to be two PC.s and three security guards.
The low point was hearing a houseman tell a 78 year old man at 1:30 in the morning without the security of his family to support him, that the results of the scans were back and that his breathlessness was due to lung cancer and that his recent forgetfulness was due to the spread of the lung cancer to his brain - subtle or what? The poor sod was then subjected to attempts to insert a catheter and an anal probe to try to find out if there was a physiological reason for the catheter difficulties. I can't imagine that the patient was particularly happy with his treatment.
The hospital stay was interesting to say the least. And I saw how the NHS has to cope with patients whose ailments were self inflicted i.e. drug/alcohol abuse, weird i.e. get admitted as an in patient despite there not really being a clinical case for it and then kicking off when they are told that the stay is only one one instead of the expected three. And those whose apparently mild symptoms masked some pretty serious ailments.
The doctors and nurses on the whole were an amazing team coping with very challenging circumstances in an unflappable manner.
I was known as 'a lodger' - I was moved from the correct ward at three o'clock in the morning on the second night to a cardio-thoracic ward. I was with three patients whose post operative conditions were quite serious but were well on the way to recovery and I was humbling to have them express shock, horror and sympathy when they saw the asymmettry that my legs presented as I hobbled off to the toilet by the ward entrance.
It didn't take too long before I discovered the ability to emulate Tracey Island with the remote control for my bed. A fart league organically emerged during my stay and I am proud to say that I as the winner on loudness and toxicity criteria.
The highpoint was witnessing the ejection by security of the jumped up arrogant little git who'd 'paid his taxes and NHS contributions for the past sixty years'so who f&%k were they to tell him he couldn't stay or f$%king swear the bunch of useless cnuts'. They just happened to be two PC.s and three security guards.
The low point was hearing a houseman tell a 78 year old man at 1:30 in the morning without the security of his family to support him, that the results of the scans were back and that his breathlessness was due to lung cancer and that his recent forgetfulness was due to the spread of the lung cancer to his brain - subtle or what? The poor sod was then subjected to attempts to insert a catheter and an anal probe to try to find out if there was a physiological reason for the catheter difficulties. I can't imagine that the patient was particularly happy with his treatment.