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I'm back in the land of the living now after a short stay in the local hospital. It was the best entertainment I've had in a long time. Unfortunately, I had Pneumonia, so it hurt a lot when I laughed, but I couldn't help it. Patients, doctors, caterers, nurses,and the systems all contributed willingly, although not all of them of couse. It was exactly like one of those sitcoms or carry on shows. I guess some things seemed funny or strange because I had an uninformed viewpoint. Perhaps if I could see the bigger picture, things would have looked more normal.
When I had my hernia op at a day surgery, it was the epitome of efficiency and organisation, and when I went home 3 hours after a fairly significant operation, I was left with a very good impression in more ways than one, but this latest experience was the exact opposite.
The only real worry I had (for myself) was when I furst arrived at A&E at 01:00. The place was pretty deserted, so I got dealt with very expediently. I explained my symptoms to the nurse/medical person in pre-reception, who then proceeded to do a blood pressure test. It was a sophisticated automatic machine, and it went through it's procedure. She looked quizically at me and the results and told me that she'd have to do it again, so she repeated the test, and the results were similar (I guess), so more of this constant looking at me, the results and back again. I told her that it's quite common for me to cause such machines to malfunction. She then tried the test on the other arm, which gave a result that she found acceptable, so she then filled out a card and told me take it to the main reception. It had a yellow post-it stuck to it with "ECG" written on it, which was the worrying bit, but it expedited my progress, so pretty handy in the end.
Once I saw what the other patients were suffering with, I felt like an absolute fraud and a bed-blocker. They all had an amazing sence of humour and resilience. The guy next to me was 100% blind, 50% deaf, diabetic, had neuropathy so losing his feeling, and he was **** pink as a result of a recent fall. He was replaced by a guy that had severe Parkinson's, and on the column display that showed his pulse, it looked like a bar of one of those graphic equaliser displays - totally random in height, frequency and direction. Even though he couldn't stand up, it didn't stop him trying to escape through the locked back door every time the nurses weren't watching.
So, my final conclusion is that it was very entertaining and I lived to tell the tale. Did they fix me? i can't say yet, but I'm better than when I went in.
It was really handy to have my Galaxy S2, which kept access to the forum. The slow connection meant that I could stay occupied for a long time doing simple posts to take my mind off feeling terrible.
When I had my hernia op at a day surgery, it was the epitome of efficiency and organisation, and when I went home 3 hours after a fairly significant operation, I was left with a very good impression in more ways than one, but this latest experience was the exact opposite.
The only real worry I had (for myself) was when I furst arrived at A&E at 01:00. The place was pretty deserted, so I got dealt with very expediently. I explained my symptoms to the nurse/medical person in pre-reception, who then proceeded to do a blood pressure test. It was a sophisticated automatic machine, and it went through it's procedure. She looked quizically at me and the results and told me that she'd have to do it again, so she repeated the test, and the results were similar (I guess), so more of this constant looking at me, the results and back again. I told her that it's quite common for me to cause such machines to malfunction. She then tried the test on the other arm, which gave a result that she found acceptable, so she then filled out a card and told me take it to the main reception. It had a yellow post-it stuck to it with "ECG" written on it, which was the worrying bit, but it expedited my progress, so pretty handy in the end.
Once I saw what the other patients were suffering with, I felt like an absolute fraud and a bed-blocker. They all had an amazing sence of humour and resilience. The guy next to me was 100% blind, 50% deaf, diabetic, had neuropathy so losing his feeling, and he was **** pink as a result of a recent fall. He was replaced by a guy that had severe Parkinson's, and on the column display that showed his pulse, it looked like a bar of one of those graphic equaliser displays - totally random in height, frequency and direction. Even though he couldn't stand up, it didn't stop him trying to escape through the locked back door every time the nurses weren't watching.
So, my final conclusion is that it was very entertaining and I lived to tell the tale. Did they fix me? i can't say yet, but I'm better than when I went in.
It was really handy to have my Galaxy S2, which kept access to the forum. The slow connection meant that I could stay occupied for a long time doing simple posts to take my mind off feeling terrible.
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