Argument on the ward
Thank you again to all those of you who have continued to post. I had thought I would not have much more to add to this thread, but in fact I have ...
I am 71 years old. All my life I have hated any kind of confrontation, possibly something to do with my childhood when my two warring parents finally separated. I have never said "Boo" to the proverbial goose and have many times thought "I wish I'd said such-and-such" but never done anything about it. And my daughter-in-law says I am the politest person she has ever met. But this evening all that changed.
The nurse, with whom I had pleaded to come and see Brian with his forehead down between his hands on his bedside trolley, after six hours on his chair, said I had put both hands on her back and "ushered" her into the ward. Hence her "Take your hands off me, Mrs. P-----." I promptly replied "That is an out-and-out lie" and we had a full-blown quarrel on the ward, three other patients and two visitors present. She wanted me to go to a "quiet" room but after that lie I flatly refused.
I won't set it all out here - it is all down in my diary - but after another 'phone call from Matthew, just as I was typing it all up, he is adamant that we make a formal complaint about Friday's lack of care (and lack of food - 5.30 Thursday evening to at least midday Friday, when I left. Weetabix was ordered at 11.20 but never arrived while I was there). Especially as it is recorded in Brian's folder that he was got up in the morning (I was present, it was 11.30) and put back to bed in the evening. I found him virtually collapsed in his chair at 5.30.
One thing the nurse did keep repeating this afternoon was "Your distress intimidated me." On the way home from the hospital I wondered where compassion came into the picture.
I have hugely surprised myself.
After she left the ward, I apologised to the three other patients and two visitors (we all know each other a little already) and they were very nice about it. "When you feel strongly, you must speak up" one chap said. And that is what I did.
I will make a formal complaint through PALS.
My love and thanks to you all,
Nan XXX