A fragile 96-year-old grandad was dumped at his home by a hospital driver with no-one to care for him, and it was Cliff Schofield’s horrified daughter Jane who found him slumped in a chair still wearing his hospital clothes.
It’s utterly sickening, surely this hospital driver had a duty of care for this person he was taking home?
Retired steelworker Cliff had been taken to the hospital and kept in after he fell, hurting his back and cutting his hand. The following day hospital workers told Jane he was going to be released so she hurried to the hospital with clothes for him.
When she got to the hospital her father was gone and the nurse that she’d talked to wasn’t there and none of the other staff appeared to know anything about it, and when she got back to his house he was inside, curled up in a chair far too small for him.
A few feet away was a bigger armchair with a cushion but they had appeared to have simply dumped in the first chair they came across without any consideration for his well-being.
He had been left there for 30 minutes before his daughter Jane got there, and had that been somebody who had no relatives to care for them, they would have been dumped there and nobody would have ever realised it.
Jane and her husband Brian, of Rotherham, South Yorks, were so angry they took a photograph of Cliff slumped in the chair and sent it to the hospital. Rotherham NHS Foundation Trust apologised for the inadequate care and said it was investigating the incident.
The NHS doesn’t stand for the National Health Service. It stands for the NO HEALTH SERVICE. This is an absolute scandal and it’s not the first time an ageing person has been discharged with no-one to look after them. What was the hospital driver thinking to leave him like that and what was the hospital staff thinking to discharge him in his hospital gown? Has no one got any brains these days?
Sadly this is yet another illustration of how the frail and elderly are handled in this country, and these hospitals are what makes Victorian workhouses look like a heavenly paradise, and the probability of an inquiry into this poor mans care will be composed of a brief meeting, a couple of finger-wagging letters and a gritty mouth excuse from an army of administrators who don’t really care.
Valuable lessons need to be learnt here, but next time this happens they’ll wiggle out of these situations better than before and before the media gets hold of it, and our sympathies should be with the people who deserve far better than the bungling and inept NHS they’re lumbered with.
Of course, all of this will get swept under the rug as their spreadsheets are considerably more valuable than some old person, but one day they will also get old and then they’ll actually see how their practices harm people if we even have the NHS by then.
When you consider all the things these vulnerable people went through for us, the war and all of the other deprivations, and yet money is spent without a thought for them, and then there are those people who are old and disabled and are discharged from hospital and sent home, left on their own, waiting for home care for hours on end, arranged by the hospital, but they still have to wait for the home care to arrive, so they can’t get out of bed or go to the toilet, then they try to get out of bed, fall and end up being rushed back into hospital.
And then you have the carers who believe that fixing an elderly person a boiled egg or a slice of toast is adequate for their meal because when you reach a particular age and have no funds the NHS simply drops you because you’re too much time and trouble for them, and it’s easier for you to go away and die.
My mother who has sadly passed away now became an amputee. When she came out of hospital she was really depressed and although she had been seen by a Social Worker to be assessed, the lady stayed for an hour and did her assessment and left.
Some weeks later my mother threatened to kill herself because she was so depressed, so the first thing I did was call her doctor out and then phoned the Social Worker, her response was, “What do you want me to do about it, my jobs done.”
I obviously complained about the Social Worker and asked her to give my mother an apology. I was told that would never happen, but I was adamant she was going to get one, it took weeks of threatening them with legal proceedings and finally, my mother did get an apology, in writing.
Because of bed blocking in hospitals, NHS beds cost more so they want people out as soon as possible, it’s almost like a human food chain. The NHS and councils speed the placements through and normally don’t do it correctly and with little care. Then the council and NHS refuse to accept responsibility to fund the care provider, so it’s about time someone examined this side of things as well.
Some elderly patients are being discharged from hospital but on the day of their discharge end up having a fall before they leave the hospital, they get checked over and still end up getting shipped off home, usually in pain and distress but are given pain medication and are sent on their way, only to find out that they were sent home with a busted hip.
If you strip away the layers of this disgusting act, it all boils down to the fact that there are no funds in the pot, and something needs to be done at a greater level and fast because the system is failing us, but really, it doesn’t matter how many layers you strip away, this idiot hospital driver, if he had a brain would have known not to leave such a frail man on his own in a chair.
For hospital workers, communication appears to be a genuine problem. When my mother had her leg removed, many weeks later I was notified that my mother was being transported to a rehabilitation hospital. I don’t drive and I’m disabled so I had to rely on friends to take me.
Once I got to the hospital I then realised that they’d sent my mother to the wrong hospital and in fact, the hospital was not for rehabilitation. I went to the nurse’s station and spoke to a rather haughty nurse, who told me that my mother was being sent home in a few days.
I explained that my mother had not been evaluated, no one had been to her home to assess it to see what she would require, her attitude was that she actually didn’t care and it had nothing to do with her. I went back to my mother’s ward, I took her front door and back door keys off her and then went back to the nurse again.
I stood in front of the desk and raised my voice slightly because I didn’t want to get booted out and told her, “So, how will you get my mother into her home?.”
“With her keys.” She responded.
I showed her the keys and told her that my mother doesn’t have her keys on her, so unless they’re prepared to break in and create havoc to her home which is unlawful and an offence she would not be going back home and they were going to transport to the correct hospital, I also flashed my Press pass at her in which her attitude improved a little.
By the following day, my mother was on her way to the right hospital, but there are countless elderly people out there that don’t have families and simply get put in an ambulance car and sent home, some with no care put in place at all.
This is disgraceful, our elderly should not be handled like they are a nuisance, they should be treated with decency and reverence, we all get old.
Of course, I might get called a troll for writing this article because in some countries there’s no health care at all, and some might say that we should be grateful for what we’ve got, but we’re not in another country, we live in the United Kingdom, where once the NHS was considered the greatest in the world, in fact, it was talked about all over the globe because it was celebrated, now it’s no better than the third world, particularly when we couldn’t care less about our elderly.
Third world nations might not have good health care, that’s really an understatement, they have little or no health care, but they do have families that will care for them in times of need, not that I’m saying that families in England don’t care for their loved ones but we don’t always get the time or have the time to help out because of work commitments, and some don’t have any family at all, but in a third world country, if there is no family, then somebody else in the community will look after an elder person, we don’t appear to have those kinds of morals anymore.
Now, an elderly person would seemingly be better off in jail, at least they would get fed, cared for, prioritised for medical treatments and you’d have a Social Worker to take care of your needs.
The NHS is shocking really, we know it’s free and we all bang on about how proud we are of it, but if you’ve actually needed it, you’ll know it can be a very frightful experience. The trouble is, the more we bang on about it, the more motivation it gives our government to make it private.
Of course, most people will tell you that the NHS is free, it’s not free we still pay for it through our taxes, and because we pay through our taxes, we expect a pretty damn good service, which is not what we’re getting. We were once proud of our NHS, so what happened to it, and this once proud country of ours?
Of course, people are living longer and there’s the demand for more medical intervention. I for one wouldn’t mind spending a few pounds more a week in taxes for my NHS so long as I knew it was going into the coffers for the NHS. The problem is it doesn’t, they jumble it around various services to make the money go around, although it doesn’t work that way because in the end one of those services ends up with less than it should do, i.e the NHS.
The problem is many of our nurses now are imported and are contracted by agencies, many of them don’t have particularly good language skills and therefore can’t understand instructions correctly, and that’s when we end up with serious problems, people being left in dirty bedding, being fed when they’re nill by mouth and then end up with pneumonia.