Who will mend the NHS?

I was completely disgusted as I sat in A&E a few weeks ago.  This was the second time I’d had to go, the first time was for mauve marks that had come up on the side of my feet and, dreadful burning pain.   I actually did not have to wait long before I was shuffled off to see a Triage nurse who thought I had Shingles to start off with, when I pointed out that there was no rash, just mauve marks like a hot water bottle had been left on it.  She had no idea, consequently neither did my own doctor…  I was fobbed off with numerous creams of which did not help, with a tut here and there and the rolling of the eyes.  Eventually months later I remembered that I had bought a tube of Hydrocortisone cream and, I put that on, hey presto, within a couple of days it was gone.

It appears that most people have come to the point where they have to self medicate themselves because the NHS is so over run that it just cannot manage and, therefore people are either not being treated properly or they are dropping like flies, in fact flies probably have a better shelf like than humans do these days.

The second time I was at A&E, I had gone up there because of suspected Crohn’s disease.  Another long story, which I will not bore anyone with, but suffice to say, I had been in hospital a week earlier on the ward being given medical care, only to be sent home eight days later, while they scratched their heads because again they had no idea and, to end up in A&E again one  week later.

While I was in A&E, taking into account the waiting time was 3 and a half hours, an elderly lady was brought in by ambulance.  She must have been about eighty years old and, was left in the waiting area, although she did have what looked like her son with her, nonetheless, she was left for two and a half hours before she was even seen.

I must say at this point, it looked as if she had fallen and, had hit her head on something because she was bleeding, but yet she was not a prime concern.

Correct me if I am mistaken, but wasn’t it the standard years ago, that if you had fallen and hit your head, particularly being an elderly person, they would take you for a scan to make sure nothing else was wrong?   Perhaps it’s just me and, times have changed, or is it because the woman was elderly and her shelf life was over as far as they were concern?

Before I get carried away, I was asked by a trainee doctor in A&E not so long ago what medication I was allergic to.  I promptly told him DF118 tablets, any doctor should have known what these were, even a trainee should have known, but he looked at me blankly and I, said to him, “You really have no idea what I’m talking about, have you?”.  In which he replied “No”.  

To those who are not doctors and nurses DF118 tablets are actually Dihydrocodeine, but a trained doctor should have known this.  Which brings me onto this, if we cannot trust doctors and nurses to give us the right medication, why should we trust them with our life?


Published by Angela Lloyd

My vision on life is pretty broad, therefore I like to address specific subjects that intrigue me. Therefore I really appreciate the world of politics, though I have no actual views on who I will vote for, that I will not tell you, so please do not ask! I am like an observation station when it comes to writing, and I simply take the news and make it my own. I have no expectations, I simply love to write, and I know this seems really odd, but I don't get paid for it, I really like what I do and since I am never under any pressure, I constantly find that I write much better, rather than being blanketed under masses of paperwork and articles that I am on a deadline to complete. The chances are, that whilst all other journalists are out there, ripping their hair out, attempting to get their articles completed, I'm simply rambling along at my convenience creating my perfect piece. I guess it must look pretty unpleasant to some of you that I work for nothing, perhaps even brutal. Perhaps I have an obvious disregard for authority, I have no idea, but I would sooner be working for myself, than under somebody else, excuse the pun! Small I maybe, but substantial I will become, eventually. My desk is the most chaotic mess, though surprisingly I know where everything is, and I think that I would be quite unsuited for a desk job. My views on matters vary and I am extremely open-minded to the stuff that I write about, but what I write about is the truth and getting it out there, because the people must be acquainted. Though I am quite entertained by what goes on in the world. My spotlight is mostly to do with politics, though I do write other material as well, but it's essentially politics that I am involved in, and I tend to concentrate my attention on that, however, information is essential. If you have information the possibilities are endless because you are only limited by your own imagination...

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