Really feckin pissed off with the hospital from yesterday.
How on earth they can call themselves an A&E and say/do nothing for 4 hours on a time sensitive procedure. Any polite questions resulted in curt insulting answers.
Now questioning faith in the NHS Trust and whether my Dad has to undergo another traumatic surgery (as a result of lack of treatment yesterday) which they cocked up causing massive pain the first time around.
Urggh, I’ve bottled this up for too long, ended up last night going into the car park and screaming.
Eventually made it home after another 3 hour wait for an ambulance and now multiple phone calls later and nothing has been set in motion as was promised. Trying to work out what the hell is happening, chasing from pillar to post to get any information about the possibility of (what originally would have been replacing but now has to be) re-siting of the feeding tube. Last person refused to give their name, so now nobody wants to take responsibility.
It just isn’t fair for my Dad and the lack of consideration or even knowledge that he has Motor Neurone Disease.
I now value every moment with my Dad and yesterday just makes me feel like they didn’t care.
Probably not how I wanted friends to find out but there is only so long I can internalise this for and it’s coming up to the first year since he was diagnosed. To those who have known thank you for your support, otherwise please help raise awareness of MND.
The moment that changed it all in 2011. MND Diagnosis