Wednesday 5 April - And so to bed
We decided to go to the hospital without taking our little girl, she can come a visit her Daddy later when I had settled in.
We arrived at the hospital with plenty of time to spare, always a good ploy since this hospital is notoriously bad for car parking spaces, especially since it is being rebuilt in and around the old one.
Once parked up, as far away from where we needed to be, we proceeded to walk to the main hospital block to Ward C on the third floor at the allotted time of 14.00.
My bed was not ready for me and I would need to book in at reception on the Ground Floor: and whilst we were there we decided to go for a coffee.
We used the lift system, of which there seemed to be many, to return to the third floor, but the habit of nurses to jump up and down in the lift to get them going when they appeared stuck was most disconcerting.
Safely back at the Ward and my bed was still not ready but if we cared to wait in the holding area, The Hub, my named nurse, male, would be with us shortly.
We played eye-spy to pass the time away. As we sat waiting my top lip acquired a quiver I had never known it to have, an involuntary nervous reaction obviously.
‘It has got a real wobble on now’ I said to my partner. She in turn, looking in the direction of a rather large looking member of the hospital staff replied, ‘Yes she has, hasn’t she?’
We both roared with laughter upon realising we were at odds with our wobbles.
It was obvious, despite the unreliability of the lifts, that most of the staff still preferred to use them, and numerous ‘wobbles’ paid testament to that.
Leading off from the Hub were eight lift shafts, six public and two service. Of the six public, two were permanently out of action, and the rest were intermittent to say the least. Of the two service lifts, only one worked. I hoped my family would use the lifts stairs when they came to visit.
We were still in the Hub keeping ourselves amused and being entertained by the lifts one hour later when I sent my partner home, reassuring her I would be alright and that I would see her and our daughter when they returned later. One half an hour after that and I still had not heard from my named nurse, so I picked up my bag and re-entered the Ward. The named nurse had forgotten me: at least my bed was now ready. That was the first and last I saw of my named nurse during my stay in the hospital.
At least I got a window position overlooking the hospital entrance and I would be able to see my partner and daughter arrive later for visiting.
We arrived at the hospital with plenty of time to spare, always a good ploy since this hospital is notoriously bad for car parking spaces, especially since it is being rebuilt in and around the old one.
Once parked up, as far away from where we needed to be, we proceeded to walk to the main hospital block to Ward C on the third floor at the allotted time of 14.00.
My bed was not ready for me and I would need to book in at reception on the Ground Floor: and whilst we were there we decided to go for a coffee.
We used the lift system, of which there seemed to be many, to return to the third floor, but the habit of nurses to jump up and down in the lift to get them going when they appeared stuck was most disconcerting.
Safely back at the Ward and my bed was still not ready but if we cared to wait in the holding area, The Hub, my named nurse, male, would be with us shortly.
We played eye-spy to pass the time away. As we sat waiting my top lip acquired a quiver I had never known it to have, an involuntary nervous reaction obviously.
‘It has got a real wobble on now’ I said to my partner. She in turn, looking in the direction of a rather large looking member of the hospital staff replied, ‘Yes she has, hasn’t she?’
We both roared with laughter upon realising we were at odds with our wobbles.
It was obvious, despite the unreliability of the lifts, that most of the staff still preferred to use them, and numerous ‘wobbles’ paid testament to that.
Leading off from the Hub were eight lift shafts, six public and two service. Of the six public, two were permanently out of action, and the rest were intermittent to say the least. Of the two service lifts, only one worked. I hoped my family would use the lifts stairs when they came to visit.
We were still in the Hub keeping ourselves amused and being entertained by the lifts one hour later when I sent my partner home, reassuring her I would be alright and that I would see her and our daughter when they returned later. One half an hour after that and I still had not heard from my named nurse, so I picked up my bag and re-entered the Ward. The named nurse had forgotten me: at least my bed was now ready. That was the first and last I saw of my named nurse during my stay in the hospital.
At least I got a window position overlooking the hospital entrance and I would be able to see my partner and daughter arrive later for visiting.
posted by old enough to moan @ 3:53 am
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