The impressive humerus break
Post op bionic arm
Carrying on from my post about the broken arm I would like to publish my thoughts on the hospital I was taken to post accident, don don don…Leicester Royal Infirmary!
Firstly I have already ranted quite a bit about this hospital, especially to Luke and he found a site where you can actually rate the hospital and make comments on it, so he spent a good 15 minutes documenting my rant then submitting it only to be informed that negative comments were not allowed and a link they sent to the NHS complaints page was dead! What happened to free speech? It’s not allowed anymore apparently!
Anyway, lets hope this version isn’t pulled! It started with ward 17… I arrived at around 5.30am in a bit of a state to be told that Luke couldn’t stay with me and he had to go and sleep in a 24hr drinks area on some chairs, it began well! I was soon to realise that they had put me in the ‘loony ward’ probably due to the fact that no-one else wanted to be in there! There was the rudest, most inconsiderate 18 year old called Rochelle who has tried to commit suicide by jumping off a building and sadly failed. Her legs were a mess, and she seemed to think that she was the only person in pain or needing help on the ward. Even after one day of being on there I was ready to join the queue of people wanting to finish her off! The nurses had had enough of her and consequently ignored most of her shouts for attention. The most ridiculous thing I heard from her was when she had lost her Piglet soft toy. This was obviously a tragedy for her and when she said she couldn’t sleep without it I nearly cried as hadn’t slept properly for days due to her whining and shouting. She went on and on about the toy and I had to leave the ward and retreat to the day room to get away from her incessant cries of “Piglet where are you, Piglet come back to me…” oh dear God!
Anyway, other than the suicidal teen from hell there was also a 97 year old senile women whose cries of “Please help me…” also grated after a while, she had a neck brace which she didn’t like and couldn’t take off so would ask for help and again the nurses would ignore her most of the time. This was ok until she actually did want something else, and on one notable occasion she obviously wanted the toilet and had been waiting ages, when a nurse finally came over and sat her on a commode to take her the poor old woman just started going while she was being pushed through the ward! It couldn’t have been pleasant for her and certainly not for those witnessing it, i.e. me!
Ward 17 also brought traumatic events such as hearing someone shit themselves in the middle of the night, and someone being sick which was stomach turning. My sister Laura’s comments of ‘I think you are coping well as you can’t normally stand those sort of things’ was well received, at least someone felt my pain!
Other than the loony brigade I generally felt neglected and depressed in the hospital. There were not enough nurses in the ward to cope with everyones needs and they seemed overworked and made mistakes. On the day of my operation I was moved at 6am to the mens ward, disturbing my sleep again and stressing me out some more! I found out that day that the guy next to me had come into the hospital for a knee replacement which should have meant a 4 day stay, 5 months later he was still there with an infection in his knee and found out that day that he had MRSA and was moved to isolation!
After the op at 11pm I was moved to another bay of the ward with women again, when I was trying to get to sleep and was woken from 4am to have antibiotics pumped into me and then later for a blood pressure test. Then I had to have more painkillers as they had woken me so all in all I was a mess. The stay ended with a 5 hour wait for them to discharge me from 10am to 3pm with my dad. Such a stressful day as they lost my drugs chart and I couldn’t have pain killers for hours and they had taken my Morphine away by then so I was crying with pain and stress. I have never been so relieved to leave somewhere and can honestly say that was the worst 6 days of my life.
All this with 2 days “day release” from the prison to return to Loughborough, I don’t know how I would have survived without that. The annoying thing is that physically I didn’t need to stay in the hospital overnight before my operation but due to lack of beds they couldn’t guarantee me a bed for the op so I had no choice about staying.
Hmm, think that may be enough ranting for one day, there are probably other things I could mention but don’t want to dwell on the negatives for too long. A great quote from Luke about the Leicester trip: “if something happens to you again Amy tell them to take you to Nottingham…”. Definitely one to bear in mind!