Tonight was my niece’s prize giving for her GCSE’s and as her parents are away I was attending as surrogate parent.
When we got home at about 10 p.m. there was a message on my answer phone from my Mum that my Dad had returned from his afternoon at Day Centre and had started shouting at her. She says she was frightened, knew that I was on my way to the prize giving, both sisters out of the country, so she rang emergency social services.
They rang for the Police and they in turn rang for an ambulance. My Dad was taken to the local A & E by ambulance and my Mum was taken in the squad car. It’s at times like this you have to stop, take a deep breath, pinch yourself, realise this is happening to your family, then get over yourself and deal with it.
My main fear was that my Dad would be sectioned and taken to an assessment unit. I tried to ring my Mum, but of course her mobile was switched off, so explained to my 16 year old niece and took off for A & E.
When I got there at 10.30 my parents were sitting quietly in a cubicle and my first instinct was to march my Dad right out of there. They had already been there for over 2 hours (and A & E was the quietest I have ever seen it). They had not seen a doctor and my Mum had been told we were ‘next’. The next minute 2 friendly porters arrived to say they were to take him to X-ray. No explanation. I refused to let him go until the sister told me they wanted a chest X-ray to rule out a chest infection. Fine, but please inform us that the doctor has ordered a chest X-ray.
We came back from the chest X-ray and I asked how long before we were seen. We were ‘next’ to be seen by the doctor. ‘Which doctor?’ I asked. ‘Hang on; let me check on the computer. Oh…Dr. X’ who just happened to be sat 5 yards away. ‘I’m reading the notes and I’ll be with you as soon as I can’ she barked.
She was 2 minutes before she arrived, and when she did was very thorough, listened to our concerns and my concern in particular about my Dad being admitted so close to the weekend. She agreed that once admitted it is extremely hard to be discharged on a weekend (or any other time) and that a hospital stay could well lead to him losing the skills he still retains.
All the tests (UTI, chest X-ray) were negative (as I knew they would be) and I think they would have been happy to discharge him, and so would I have been, but my mum wanted him admitted.
The compromise reached is that he is to be kept in A & E overnight (but not admitted) to give my Mum a break and we will ring in the morning to see how things are.
When we got home at about 10 p.m. there was a message on my answer phone from my Mum that my Dad had returned from his afternoon at Day Centre and had started shouting at her. She says she was frightened, knew that I was on my way to the prize giving, both sisters out of the country, so she rang emergency social services.
They rang for the Police and they in turn rang for an ambulance. My Dad was taken to the local A & E by ambulance and my Mum was taken in the squad car. It’s at times like this you have to stop, take a deep breath, pinch yourself, realise this is happening to your family, then get over yourself and deal with it.
My main fear was that my Dad would be sectioned and taken to an assessment unit. I tried to ring my Mum, but of course her mobile was switched off, so explained to my 16 year old niece and took off for A & E.
When I got there at 10.30 my parents were sitting quietly in a cubicle and my first instinct was to march my Dad right out of there. They had already been there for over 2 hours (and A & E was the quietest I have ever seen it). They had not seen a doctor and my Mum had been told we were ‘next’. The next minute 2 friendly porters arrived to say they were to take him to X-ray. No explanation. I refused to let him go until the sister told me they wanted a chest X-ray to rule out a chest infection. Fine, but please inform us that the doctor has ordered a chest X-ray.
We came back from the chest X-ray and I asked how long before we were seen. We were ‘next’ to be seen by the doctor. ‘Which doctor?’ I asked. ‘Hang on; let me check on the computer. Oh…Dr. X’ who just happened to be sat 5 yards away. ‘I’m reading the notes and I’ll be with you as soon as I can’ she barked.
She was 2 minutes before she arrived, and when she did was very thorough, listened to our concerns and my concern in particular about my Dad being admitted so close to the weekend. She agreed that once admitted it is extremely hard to be discharged on a weekend (or any other time) and that a hospital stay could well lead to him losing the skills he still retains.
All the tests (UTI, chest X-ray) were negative (as I knew they would be) and I think they would have been happy to discharge him, and so would I have been, but my mum wanted him admitted.
The compromise reached is that he is to be kept in A & E overnight (but not admitted) to give my Mum a break and we will ring in the morning to see how things are.