Your humble narrator is currently up the hospital.
Well, about to leave, once the pharmacist has finished his lunch or hand relieving itself in the toilets or whatever they’re up to. A hospital which can’t get a hold of drugs 24/7. Make sure you time that trip to hospital people not to be when the pill pusher’s needing their nosebag, or it could be awkward.
Apologies for the anger issues, but right now yours truly is raging.
Have been here since before 10 am today after coughing up blood at 6 am. Was already going to the doctor anyway, but this concentrated minds somewhat.
(it was bright red, therefore a tear from coughing too much too hard for ten days non-stop, it happens. Even I knew that one without five years in medical school).
Coughing up hard green slugs since two Fridays ago, talking like Bonnie Tyler with a hangover/The Dark Brotherhood’s Mother, and wandering round in a permanent daze and lethargy with the concentration span of your average domestic cat.
Previous doctor visit five days before resulted in being given steroids ‘to help with breathing’ - may as well have shoved them up my arse for all the good they did. I’d just blown the Peak Flow Meter off the scales you arseturnip - why the f**k do I need steroids to help my ‘breathing capacity’? The fking Big Bad Wolf couldn’t have done better.
But you can’t get an antibiotic until after a course of steroids, even if down in their books as a high risk case for complications from chest infections. Immediate antibiotics are reserved strictly for those who behave like a Jeremy Kyle Show guest/Black Friday shopper and know they’ll get away with it due to their ‘special status’ (insert as appropriate) making them untouchable/unblacklistable.
Instead you have to go through the charade of five days on steroids they know fully well aren’t going to work ‘to ensure there’s no overprescription of antibiotics’ (due to their abuse by Chinese farmers on their livestock) - by which time you have spread whatever lung bacteria you had by cough, sneeze and touch all over the place.
Who decided that idiotic procedure? The same bumnugget whose great-grandfather at Isandlwana insisted all boxes of bullets needed to be approved and signed off by the quartermaster before they could be issued and wondered why by dusk the Zulus had made handy spear stands from the cheeks of their arses?
It sums up contemporary Britain entirely - behave like a bloody brat and you will get your own way even if undeserved. Behave like you weren’t born in the chimpanzee enclosure of the zoo of some Former Soviet Republic, and expect every petty bureaucrat to overcompensate for their earlier cowardice.
And people wonder why the likes of Jacob Rees-Mogg have somehow become a hero - ‘well yes, he may want to bring back child chimney sweeps and puppy boiling, but at least you can take him to tea with your parents!’
Anyway; umpteen tests (cardio, X-Ray, blood, breathing, will-to-live, privilege, etc) and much sitting about later, they're finally going to let me go with an antibiotic once the pharmacist returns from lunch.
Maybe, just maybe, had my local quack given me one in the first place last week it would have spared some NHS resources. From refusing to give an antibiotic to wanting to send out an ambulance with a f**king paramedic team on board complete overkill the next.
What pissed me most of all was having my ‘peak flow’ measured again up the hospital using one of these.
https://www.hce-uk.com/epages/HCE-UK.sf/?Locale=en_GB&ObjectPath=/Shops/Healthcare/Products/HRS222&ViewAction=ViewProductViaPortal&gclid=EAIaIQobChMIo_GhopPU3gIVzRsYCh04Cw5CEAkYAyABEgLlWPD_BwE
These cost £6 to buy. They get used once and are THROWN IN THE BIN.
Like WTF? There used to be one with a disposable mouthpiece but apparantly they’re not allowed to use them anymore.
So what was all that on the news last week about the government wanting to cut down on plastic use and wastage; never mind extravagance.
FFS this country has lost the plot.
