A ‘get out of hospital quick’ trick!
First, thanks friends for your kind words.
Anyway, I finally got to write a post about being stuck in hospital.
Not a lot of detail because there was no ‘end date’.
Besides, what’s the good in writing a novel without an ending?
Then, as I hit “Publish” on my little post, up pops one of the medical team.
“What you doing?” he asks all friendly like.
So I showed him the post. He smiles and says, “I’ll see what I can do”.
Which also could have been the result of me asking him 3 times a day if I can go home.
Next day, it was all done and dusted.
More tests to follow, TBN dates, and here I am sipping my cappuccino in the hospital restaurant waiting for the boss (SWMBO) to pick me up.
My next task is to spin this lovely huge mug of cappuccino out for an hour (ish).
NOPE, NOT GOING TO HAPPEN, (the hour bit I mean).
It slipped down my caffeine starved throat in a little over five minutes.
Now comes the fun bit.
The reason why I’m here, wrong drugs, WAY too strong anyway, and a HUGE gap in the records for reviewing my treatment. (According to one of the medical professionals looking after me).
Thus I have tied up a medium dependence cardiac medical bed (and there are precious few of them) because my P.Poor NHS doctor failed (again).
The same one that told my nursing practitioner that there was nothing to worry about and 72 hours later here I sit.
A case for medical negligence?
Now that might have depended on whether the GP (doctor) had the cohones to face me. BUT, seeing as though the government is also about to reduce our income to a trickle, (and I was quietly passed the name of a good, solid, no nonsense, no win, no fee, medical negligence claims firm, by yet another ‘medical professional’). I just might do that anyway.