As a child of the welfare state, I have great affection for the National Health Service which is one the reasons I was proud to have worked on its behalf, but sometimes I despair of the state it is in.
One of the reasons I have posted even less than usual is because my dad has been quite ill lately. I won’t go into the detail except to say that it has necessitated a stay in his local hospital.
I have various gripes and complaints about the way he was treated, mostly to do with the total lack of communication by his physician, his too early discharge and his inevitable readmission. Pretty much the sort of things you hear too often these days. But last night I saw something that left me completely speechless.
I was chatting to dad when I saw writing on a tissue on his bedside table and picked it up out of curiosity only to find that it was the doctor’s notes from earlier in the day. That’s a photo of it above.
Apparently, he or she didn’t have dad’s notes, or a notepad, or even a scrap a paper and so used one of dad’s tissues to note down his temperature, blood pressure etc. Or would have done except that he or she didn’t have a pen either and asked to borrow one from dad.
Both my sister and me looked at other drop-jawed as dad told us this in that matter of fact way of his. There was nothing we could say that made any sort of sense of what we’d seen.
We have various other complaints that I won’t bore you with here. All I would say is to avoid Tameside General if you can, especially if you are elderly, ill and vulnerable.