What a hullabaloo!

Visiting time at the hospital this afternoon was exciting.  It’s just as well our friend was feeling a little better than on previous days as all the commotion was not exactly conducive to recovery.  There was a paralysed patient being hoisted from a bed into a chin controlled wheel chair, nurses on blood pressure rounds, 20 20 cricket on the TV and some unspecified cleaning activity in the nearby bathrooms. It was difficult to have any real conversation because of all the hullaballoo but at least all the commotion this afternoon may well mean this evening’s session may be quieter

A sick hospital

Hospital really isn’t a place for sick people.  Despite (still) being a massive supporter of the NHS, it’s been something of an eye opener to witness at first hand the challenges that an under-resourced, over stretched hospital faces. With a friend currently enduring day 7 of an unexpected stay, I’ve witnessed with my own eyes the limited number of health care professionals available, resulting in delays in diagnosis and medication, the bed-blocking but incapable patients who really should be cared for elsewhere, the noisy, industrial environment that detracts from healing….I fear for its future if current funding and practices continue