I've made my point, I grassed the health care up !!! even my lovely doc was concerned why I was so upset and offered to make it an official complaint..was it worth it I ask? she was clearly in a bad mood and maybe should be considering retirement, just that she gets spoken to would suffice.
Anyway Doc I am going home today aren't I? he takes a look at my wound, I show him how it spurts out when I stand up!! not bad he replies, no where near as bad as I anticipated (in his sexy Greek accent !!! ) Yes Dawn, no reason why you cannot go home..... yessssssssssssssssssssssssss! oh and do you have my ten quid you owe me ???? "I have no pockets"....he says, hahaha what an excuse!
I ask the nurse to get me a pad that I can position in order to walk to the bathroom without this fluid trickling all over the floor, I now need to shower and get ready to go home. OMFG! she comes back with an incontinent pad! what! I mean a dressing pad, I DON'T NEED AN INCONTINENT PRODUCT!, we don't have any she told me and went on about her business. Oh Jesus, what kind of a surgical ward has no dressing pads no way, I was in there last night helping myself.
I placed this huge nappy type product between my legs and across my groin in order to catch the escaping fluid, wrap my dressing gown around me to maintain my dignity, grab my shower stuff and hobble across the ward towards the baskets containing the wards stock.
Sure enough, there they were, exactly where they were last night. I made a point of letting this nurse know. How long had she worked this ward? no wonder she didn't appear last night as she said she would to do my dressing she had no bloody idea where they were kept ! well now she knew. She claimed she would be over when I had showered to do my dressing, I was not going to hold my breath.
Feeling fresh and clean and desperate to go home, I returned to my bed to await my dressing to be done. Made a point of letting the staff nurse know I was waiting, to be told she will be with me in a minute. I drifted off to sleep, not sure for how long for.
Peeping out from behind my curtains I could see no staff in sight. So yes, once again I did my own dressing, and proceeded to get dressed. Now all I was waiting for was my case to pack my clothes and belongings into, my discharge papers including my sick note for work and the district nurse letter, my drugs, and of course my husband to take me home.
Lunch time. Strange how the girl that had joined us last night was allowed her husband in by her bed side all morning and he was still here NOW at lunch time. Granted they were behind the curtains but you were still aware of his presence. Not like she had been operated on? as dear Betty pointed out as we gossiped about it ! she had been scanned and it had show she had some bleeding fibroids and will need surgery but hey !! so what !! can our hubbies come in and sit with us ? no...... We ate our lunch. strange how one can get fed up with food !! especially hospital food isn't it.
Gotta wait for Dave to come, can do nothing until then so I may as well take a nap......... see ya after my dreams.......
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