Sorry guys that I haven’t been on my blog. You could say I have had a crazy month.
Firstly my daughter was rushed into hospital with a acute appendicitis. It was hard watching her be in so much pain, but even worse seeing her petrified about the whole process. Thankfully we managed to get her through and she has now made a full recovery.
I myself then had to go into the same hospital. In my previous blogs I told you that I needed an investigation into a post menopausal bleed.
I was the first down to theatre, which was a good thing for me with my anxiety. Having a general anaesthetic with a bad heart is a cause for concern, but the lady anaesthetist assured me she had everything under control. My procedure was having a Hysteroscopy. This is where they insert a small telescope, passed through the vagina and cervix to see inside the uterus. I was also having a biopsy taken of the womb at the same time. If they find any polyps they remove them.
I was back in the recovery ward after half an hour. ( so they tell me.) I really nice nurse looked after me, but I was down there for early five hours, as my body temperature dropped, and they had to keep me warm. I cannot fault the NHS up to this stage, the care was excellent. It was a whole different ball game though after that. I really needed to have a heart monitor still attached, but they didn’t have any high dependancy beds, so they took me to what should have been a gyne ward, but turned out to me full of ailing geriatrics as there wasn’t any beds for them anywhere else.
The nurses themselves where appalling. Uncaring and in my opinion shouldn’t be doing the job. Half of them couldn’t speak English, (communication was very difficult) and they told me they couldn’t even read a heart monitor, and that I would have to look after myself. My observations were supposed to have been half hourly, but they left me four hours before anyone came. I was told not to get out the bed, and to press the buzzer. When I needed to pop to the loo, I asked but no one came so I took myself. That evening the same nurse said ” Oh, you want the toilet?” I replied to late I took myself. Three times I asked for pain relieve, but they failed on that, so I took my own, and when finally they did come round, they forgot to give me some vital medication, until I questioned why. On several occasions I asked if the doctor was going to come and see me to explain the outcome, to be told a big NO!! Lucky for me, he did come, and he was excellent. And the good news he said, that everything looked okay, all I had to do was wait for the biopsy results.
Basically to sum up, I never want to go through that again, and our NHS does need to be looked at. If I hadn’t clued up (ex nurse) I hate to think what could have happened.