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After about an hour they created a room for me out of an assessment room and a trolley.
No pillows, no blankets and the understanding that this was for my own comfort; a real room would become available. Of course it didn't, until 20.00 THE NEXT NIGHT.
It was right in front of the Nurses's desk, and being an assessment unit this was busy all night, with the nurses acccepting admissions, trying their hardest to find beds and dealing with patient complaints, "It's disgusting! I've been here 2 hours now!" Try 22, mate.
There was one lady in particular who wanted morphine, but that could only be prescribed by a Doctor. She kept coming to the desk and wailing. If you ask me, she could walk and she could moan and threaten to go home, so she wasn't as bad as she was making out... a simple migraine floors me and I don't expect morphine for that. Probably being grossly unfair though - who was the one in through not looking after themself properly? Oh that would be me.
I'd spent the time allocated to getting together things for hospital in making sure Diz was okay, posting here, sending a message to my Mum and talking to Dana on the phone. In my defence I thought even if I stayed over it would be ONE NIGHT. So I had nothing with me.
They kindly provided a guest pack inc a sachet of shampoo, towels, a comb, a tiny cake of soap and toothbrush/ toothpaste. I guess they're used to emergency admissions. Or disorganised ones in my case.
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