10 May - It’s still no go in Newham
Ten health related visitors knocked on the door yesterday. Yes ten; but not
the one I was waiting for. Someone to take the old lady to the respite centre.
A very small amount of hope had been held out that it would happen last
Tuesday but it didn't happen on Wednesday or Thursday either. Various phone
calls and visitors have convinced me that Newham’s systems are split into so
many small sections that communication between them is limited and time consuming.
A further assessment for the already approved respite care is
due later this morning.
That visit is one reason why I decided not to
walk out on the situation last night even though the GP said I would be entirely
justified in calling an ambulance and disappearing. That is in practice quite a
difficult step to take even though the cretinous Dr. Charlotte Pratt (GMC Number
3083318) said my aunt is entirely fit to be left alone. (I checked the papers
again yesterday to make sure I was not libelling the fool.)
However another reason for not leaving yesterday evening is that Dr. Pratt and her ilk
work eight hour shifts and then take two off. By not making any prior
arrangements for discharge - not so much as a packet of pills - they condemn
people like me to three eight hour shifts a day for days on end.
I judged
I was too sleepy to make the train journey home and safely drive back with more
supplies and maybe cleaner. Right now I stink of Dettol and possibly worse.
I have asked most of the visiting health professionals whether my aunt’s case is
a one off serious mistake or if Newham Hospital does it to everyone. Some replies were more
guarded than others but it would appear to be fairly common. One of them told me
that medics locally have a very rude word for Newham University Hospital but
wouldn’t tell me what it is. A second visitor confirmed it.
I
have been invited to a meeting at Newham Hospital. They made it publicly on
Twitter. What sort of idiot does that? Did they think that they would counter the bad
publicity by demonstrating how approachable they are?
How do they think someone on 24/7 nursing duties can drop everything and go to meet them?
And they have overlooked one thing. When I do eventually meet them I want to have a
medical negligence solicitor by my side.
If by chance you see me passing through Abbey Wood station later today,
steer clear. Dettol and cr*p is not a nice combination and some has splashed on
to my last remaining clothes.
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3 May 2019 2nd part. •
6 May 2019 1st part. •
6 May 2019 2nd part. •
7 May 2019. •
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