As many of you know, my Dad is ill. We have had wonderful help from Hospice - a walking frame, wheelchair, shower seat, raised toilet seat and the District Nurses visit every second day to change the dressing on his foot.
Since about 16th January, my Dad has had a few falls - the first one quite serious in that he cut his head open. Last Wednesday, he had a blood test and one of the items noticed was a high potassium count. he was sent to Wellington Hospital on Thursday morning for a blood transfusion and other tests. he got three units of blood and then was sent on Friday morning to our local hospital Kenepuru. He arrived around midday and not much happened after that. The staff nebulised him at some point and that was it. In the four bedded ward, there were three patients: my Dad, "Uncle H" and Mr P. Adrian and I went to visit my Dad around 7.30pm and Uncle H couldn't find his teeth. I pressed my dad's call button to get one of the staff to come along and after about ten minutes, Adrian wandered along to the nurses station where they were all sitting around chatting! They jumped when Adrian got there. Around 11.30pm, Mr P jumped into Uncle H's bed and punched him in the face! Uncle H is a stroke patient so could do nothing for himself. Then the staff didn't even bother to phone his family "because they thought it was too late"!
All weekend, my Dad had next to no nursing ... except his bandage changed and then the "nurse" pulled up her nose and was making awful faces because his foot is smelly. Uncle H's family insisted that Mr P got a "watcher" someone who sits outside his ward and walks around with him 24 hrs a day.
Today doctors arrived. They sent my dad for a brain scan at some huge cost to the tax-payer all to tell us that he has short term memory loss! I could have told them that for half the cost! Then around 11am, I was talking to my mom on the phone and she said that the doctors were there and wanted to amputate his foot. We have been through this and discussed ALL the reasons why it's NOT going to happen with two GP's opinions too. I left school and flew up to the hospital with steam coming out my ears. I saw the doctor who straight away got on my nerves because he looked just like a very arrogant man at school. I told him that this was not happening.
Then I went back to school and someone suggested I phone the GP which I did. he said that I have every right to say "No". About 2.45 pm a social worked phoned me to say they wanted to have a family meeting tomorrow. She also said that my mom wasn't at home and could I pass on the message. I told her that my mom was at the hospital. Turns out that she was at the wrong patient's bed so no wonder my mother wasn't there! Then about 5pm a young doctor from the ward phoned me almost apologising for what had gone on today. I told him that there would be no amputation and that after the family meeting my Dad is going home!! I am so tired of the inefficiency that has gone on. I told the GP that if Dad has to have a blood transfusion again, he will come home as soon as is safe for him to do so. Not to mention the drain it is on my mom having to sit up at the hospital for most of the day!
Hospital is not making my Dad better: he can come home and see out his last days there where he is happy
I can do without all of this with school just starting. Hopefully this is the last time my dad goes to hospital and that the end comes peacefully to him at home where he is happy
So if you've made it through all of this - well done and thanks for reading