off u go...again

pretty sure the blogging thing got to the staff.....seemed to get an awful lot of attention.
the ward sister in charge never came near me again after i complained about the weekend staff and their useless care. neither did she bother to address the issues i raised with her. she knew i was writing a blog and said sulkily...'good'. however the nurses that dealt with me after her brief visit were all great..the lovely smiley argentinian lady.......and all the male nurses.....interesting in itself that the male nurses had no attitude at all. shame the nurse manager didn't have the decency to come and talk to me after her initial.....'i've heard it all before, you're just too unrealistic about the NHS' attitude. strangely enough i was probably the least demanding of patients from what i could hear going on around me. the homeless, drug addict types that were all over the ward seemed to get the most attention.
she didn't like hearing the word negligent at all. well ask ur weekend gals if they brushed the floor.....mopped or changed the beds....ask them how often they changed the water and ask them how often they went and asked the patients if they were ok.....ask them how long it took them to answer the buzzer to let not only visitors but the patients back onto the ward. ask them if they were rude and surly, she must know her staff or were they all agency people?
or is she afraid of the 'race' thing......the fact the horrors were all black women.

unfortunately they couldn't wait to get me out of the bed under the guise of ' we've done all we can here, for you'.
sent home in pretty much the same state i was when i went in, with the added extra of an e-coli bug caught whilst in there i believe. water borne???
i was quite literally bundled out of the place at 9.00 at night.
odd thing was the most useful inpatient physio came to show me a few exercises and said he'd be back to see me the next day......so at what level it was decided i should be ousted and the sooner the better is not entirely clear. i only knew about it when the nurse said we are waiting for your meds from the pharmacy so u can go home.
at the end of the day i'm back at home with just enough ability to get to the bathroom, wash, and get water from the kitchen.
and the possibility of some surgical procedure at a later day.
what is it about the british medical system that allows people to suffer such pain for an endless time?