My grandad was admitted to our local hospital yesterday. He has terminal cancer and doesn't have long left. He had a big bleed (his primary cancer is in the bladder) and was really very poorly and was blue lighted in to A&E.
In A&E we were asked the same questions over and over again - fine, they need to get their facts together. But explaining seven times in the space of two hours what exactly is up with him - not just the current issue, but the whole history from his diagnosis. His cancer has spread to his spine, bladder, bowel and there is something going on with his groin. He has sensation in his legs now, but can't move or weight bear - we still had to ask 4 times for a comode for him and some help to get him on it. It took us 6 hours to get a bed (fair enough - we know that it can take time) but they left him on an A&E bed for 3 hours after promising us a proper bed - his spine cancer is causing a visable lump at the base of his back - he was shouting in pain it was that bad.
They needed to perform a rectal examination on him - and wanted me to stay and help hold him on his side - he expressly said he didn't want either me or mum there for that - give the guy some dignity!
Then we finally get onto the ward. They weren't expecting us. They put him in a side room, we checked whether he was going to be staying there - they said he was. So we set him up in there with all his stuff. And then we were asked why he was there - so we had to give the full story again. And again. And then once more to another doctor. He needed the loo - we asked for a comode for him. Guess what - no help to get him on to it. More explanations that he can't weight bear. So we leave him settled - paying for him to have a card for the tv. He falls asleep - god knows he needed it.
My mum went up for the late evening visit. He'd been moved onto the main ward - you could hardy move in his cubicle for all the equipment in there (which there was room for in his side room) - we thought 'fair enough' - the nurses can see him better in the main ward. However, the card for his tv had been eaten by the tv in the side room. So she bought another card for his new bed. All sorted.
Mum went up for a visit this lunch time - he's been moved back into the side room - he has a tummy upset and they wanted to isolate him. Only no one had updated the board so the new shift weren't properly aware he was in there. He'd buzzed for help for the loo, but had been left - one dirty bed. They wanted to know why he hadn't got up to go the the loo. Oh, what do you mean he can't weight bear? Oh, and another card required for the tv btw.
We went up for evening visit. The comode was still in his room from lunch time. He looked ever so grey and was shakey. He has diabetes - and they had forgotten to give him lunch and dinner. He thought they were 'fasting' him because of the tummy bug. Fair enough - we checked - nope - they had forgotten him. Did he want something now? Oh, and why did he need a comode, couldn't he weight bear?
We had a quick chat with the ward doctor - who was under impression Grandad is in because he has had some after effects from the two heart attacks he had last year (actually they were April and May this year).....
What is going on? Does no one at this hospital read files? Do they not talk to each other. We are really scared for him in there - and there are no beds at the hospice he is 'booked' to go into. He is grumpy as sin at the moment, and quite frankly I don't blame him.