Scary Exit From Hospital.
I got home from the hospital about 8pm and it was scary.
Six beds in our ward bay, and staff made us wear masks in bed, open windows because a positive test had come back from a patient.
He was taken out to a side room, and the cleaners arrived.
I was really to ill to come home, breathless with the least exertion, and when the porter came to collect me, she and a male nurse were concerned and would have called a doctor to reassess me, but I was so desperate to leave, that I reassured them I would be OK once I got home.
My breathing was so bad I became incontinent and wet myself, so I asked for the toilet to empty my bladder completely before continuing home in wet trousers.
I just bad to get out, the ward was seriously understaffed as nurses had been drafted elsewhere to deal with Covid, and some staff called back in from home to help out, along with agency nurses, but still not enough.
Alarms going off all over the place as intravenous pumps needed resetting but nobody to reset them.
Patients pressing bed call alarms for assistance, two or even three staff trying to see to patients who along with breathing problems, bad mental conditions.
The nurses and assistants do not stop for a second, and trying to maintain accuracy on the drug rounds and condition monitoring and recording is almost impossible.
Then the protocols for new patients coming in and discharged patients going out adding even more to the workload.
They need more people and fast.
I hope I manage to stay home, but am really worried about having to go back as I'm not fully recovered, and although the NHS is doing its best with excellent people, it is close to broken, if not already.
They need far more than a Thursday night round of applause.
Bless them all.