There has been so much comment about bad hospital experiences that I thought I should report a good one. Last night, just as the death of the Queen was announced, my husband was taken ill with acute abdominal pain. I phoned 999, got a quick reply and a sympathetic response and an ambulance crew arrived within a short time. They were very patient with my husband who has memory loss and often makes stuff up if he can’t remember but agreed that it was a serious problem and he should go to hospital, also allowed me to accompany him. Although the walk-in section was rammed it was fairly quiet in our area. We did have a long wait to see a doctor but were looked after while blood test results were awaited. After the doctor examined my husband he was sent for a CT scan, read in Australia we were told, while we read the Australian ones in their nights 🤔 Eventually the results were reported at 6am, very bad news, but I want to pay tribute to the team on duty who were patient, kind and sympathetic and plied me with tea and coffee and a sandwich and found me a more comfy chair.
Obviously we are very lucky with our local hospital but it does make you wonder why there is so much difference? One for the new Liz!