According to the official readout of today’s cabinet meeting, the chief secretary to the prime minister told ministers this: “We have to build a new state and shut down the legacy state, with digital ID making people's experience of that new state fundamentally much better.” Blimey
Sounds very dystopian.
I would have used ruder words. The man should not be PM.
Am I alone in not caring less whether the cabinet are in the commons or not? Personally I’d rather a bigger distinction between the Executive and Legislature. And I also think parliamentary constituents can be short changed when their MP is distracted by issues at Cabinet. And of course, being an MP is a total sh1thouse job and attracts distinctly mid talent. We should aspire for our government to be drawn from a better quality pool than the den of thieves that is the Commons.
It does matter and I'll tell you why. Parliament is supreme, not the executive/government. The ministers have to be accountable to it. In the past, when non-Parliamentary people were appointed to Cabinet they were either ennobled to put them in the House of Lords, or they were made to attend and answer to a Parliamentary Committee. Parliament is not just a legislature.
No reason why the commons cannot compel a cabinet minister to answer in person for their crimes. They do so to all sorts of people all the time, it’s a mere procedural adjustment to get Lord Ministers to face scrutiny whenever they want to
True, but it's an *important* mere procedural adjustment. The tail should not wag the dog.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
@jimsciutto Breaking: Israeli PM Benjamin Netanyahu ordered the Israeli military to carry out "immediate, powerful" strikes in Gaza following security consultations, the PM’s office said in a statement. Earlier Netanyahu’s office said Hamas is in “clear violation” of the Gaza ceasefire agreement after returning remains that did not belong to any of the 13 hostages still unaccounted for.
I can understand that the Israelis have access to close relatives and good DNA labs to verify. Does Hamas have the same? If not then it’s pretty hard for them to be sure they have the right remains!
Frank Gardener was describing drone footage of Hamas faking a corpse being dug up. If Hamas genuinely don't know where their victims remains are then perhaps they should feed up. Loathsome scum.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
The massacre of English counties continues and is being undertaken for the most short term cost reasons. It is a policy that is going to be unpopular and will ultimately fail. Local government is now yet another point of the list for major constitutional reform. which now includes the second chamber, powers of the House of Commons, the national parliaments, the voting system, the powers of the crown prerogative and indeed the monarchy itself. Its going to take more than a few guys meeting in Philadelphia for three weeks to sort this mess out.
The ghost of Lord Redcliffe-Maud waves hello.
(See, he even looked like a ghost at the time.)
The basic principle- work the large towns and small cities that people actually look towards, and plan unitary councils on the basis of those plus their hinterlands- was sorted before I was born.
My solution to all this would have been to lock all England's council leaders in a room at 11am with no food, and tell them that lunch would be served once they had agreed a map. It would have been sorted by lunchtime, and the map would have been similar to Lord R-M's.
This presumes it was a problem which need solving.
It's more a case of an unwanted solution sent off in search of a problem, which is one of the reasons why no-one has a particularly good way to implement it.
IMHO the whole thing is utterly stupid, especially as about the only bit of local government that work sreasonably is the District Councils, as they are insulated from the social care and SEND disasters. Abolishing those will just ensure that all local government functions are a disaster zone, not just the County Councils.
Being generous, it's not weapons grade stupidity like the Renters Rights Bill or the Workers Rights Bills, it's merely hosing money down the drain for the sake of pointless change, but it's still something the government would give up on instantly if the the cabinet had half a brain collectively shared between them.
A truckload of rhesus monkeys from Tulane university escaped after a crash. The university warned they’re highly aggressive toward humans and infected with hepatitis C, herpes, and COVID.
Am I alone in not caring less whether the cabinet are in the commons or not? Personally I’d rather a bigger distinction between the Executive and Legislature. And I also think parliamentary constituents can be short changed when their MP is distracted by issues at Cabinet. And of course, being an MP is a total sh1thouse job and attracts distinctly mid talent. We should aspire for our government to be drawn from a better quality pool than the den of thieves that is the Commons.
The prime minister is meant to be first among equals, and a prime minister who no longer commands the confidence of the cabinet must resign. How would that work when the rest of the cabinet are just randoms appointed by the PM not fellow parliamentarians? Also, the government is meant to be the King's government not the prime minister's government. The US president appoints his cabinet from whoever he wants because he is head of state and the executive and legislature are wholly separate by construction under their system. It sounds like Farage has ideas above his station, and hasn't the faintest idea how governments are meant to work in parliamentary democracies. Entirely in keeping with his usual arrogance and ignorance, in other words.
Am I alone in not caring less whether the cabinet are in the commons or not? Personally I’d rather a bigger distinction between the Executive and Legislature. And I also think parliamentary constituents can be short changed when their MP is distracted by issues at Cabinet. And of course, being an MP is a total sh1thouse job and attracts distinctly mid talent. We should aspire for our government to be drawn from a better quality pool than the den of thieves that is the Commons.
So, there is one rather significant issue that comes from having the Executive appointed by the Prime Minister, rather than as Members of Parliament:
Candidates for the role of Prime Minister would not have significant executive experience to draw upon when running for the role. MPs would not be able to tell which of their colleagues had actual decent organizational ability, because it would never be tested.
The same would be true of voters: all they would know would be which MP was best at asking silly gotcha questions whenever appointed ministers were summoned to testify before Parliament.
So, on balance, I think it would be a negative rather than a positive, because it would limit the ability of both ordinary voters and MPs to judge officials based on performance.
Ignoring that, there is zero accountability to the voters if the ministers are not elected representatives. This is one thing that Tony Benn was right on and why he disliked the EU.
The Afghan man who allegedly killed a dog walker, stabbed a child and another person in Uxbridge arrived in the back of a lorry and was granted asylum. More @GBNEWS 9-11pm.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
First thing I did after my discharge from a stay in hospital was to buy a sleep mask and ear plugs.
A truckload of rhesus monkeys from Tulane university escaped after a crash. The university warned they’re highly aggressive toward humans and infected with hepatitis C, herpes, and COVID.
RFK jr will probably try employ them in the health department only to be crushed when he finds out they’ve been put in charge of ICE.
A truckload of rhesus monkeys from Tulane university escaped after a crash. The university warned they’re highly aggressive toward humans and infected with hepatitis C, herpes, and COVID.
Might as well chuck in some monkeys addled with the rage-virus for the hell of it at that point.
That sounds like a miserable experience: I hope you are recovering well now.
That does sound particularly horrendous but the inability to sleep in hospital wards is all too common. The last time I was in there was someone who clearly had mental health issues in the same part of the ward almost continuously shouting throughout the night generally being ignored by the staff sitting at the desk at the front of the ward. It's not a place you want to be if you're ill. You need all your strength to cope (and a supply of edible food from visitors).
A truckload of rhesus monkeys from Tulane university escaped after a crash. The university warned they’re highly aggressive toward humans and infected with hepatitis C, herpes, and COVID.
That sounds like a miserable experience: I hope you are recovering well now.
Thanks Robert
It was awful. I actually feel stressed out again now, having recounted it in some detail
I am recovering though. My Mum insisted I move in with them for a bit, until she thinks I'm better! So I'm being well fed and looked after, and it's worked out really well because my house is being decorated this week
I'm still not certain what I'm recovering from. All my discharge letter said was that I had an infection and a sore chest (thank fuck they told me that), and to go back for a chest scan in eight weeks - luckily I can go to a different, more local hospital
What's kind of unbelievable about all this is that I went to the hospital with my Dad. He was a senior Consultant there from when it was built, and at its predecessor, for the last more than quarter of century of his career. He's still on the books and has a badge as he's on his old department team for monthly management meetings
There's a meeting on Friday. He's not at all impressed and will certainly have a few things to say
He's booked me an appointment at the local private hospital
The Afghan man who allegedly killed a dog walker, stabbed a child and another person in Uxbridge arrived in the back of a lorry and was granted asylum. More @GBNEWS 9-11pm.
I wonder if anyone is going to apologise for all their ranting about Katie Lam.
Lam's comments on the radio got a lot of traction in the media. The PB theory that her draft bill mandates deportations of longstanding foreign-born citizens not so much. Is it possible they were overdone?
A truckload of rhesus monkeys from Tulane university escaped after a crash. The university warned they’re highly aggressive toward humans and infected with hepatitis C, herpes, and COVID.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
If you have an absolute emergency, it's great, because of the brutal triaging on the basis of medical need.
If your aim is to control costs, it's pretty good. Way lower than the USA, meaningfully lower than the sort of European countries (France, Germany etc) we think of ourselves as comparable to.
The downsides of the NHS model follow from its virtues. If it's not an absolute crisis, it won't be seen quickly. Yes, that creates problems. And the paperwork will be a mess, because the people who deal with the paperwork all went in one of the efficiency drives. And heaven help you if you have one of those chronic issues that ought to be managed but is never urgent and will probably never be fully fixed (mental health, say) because you are unlikely to ever float to the top of the triage pile.
Good luck fixing that without more money. The only question is whether to do it individually (via personal insurance) or collectively (via taxes of some sort). Because at the moment, the system is in the same inefficiency-due-to-frugality corner as most of the rest of the British state.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, they say. MRDA of course.
Sorry to hear of your experience. The whole thing is utterly crap.
The massacre of English counties continues and is being undertaken for the most short term cost reasons. It is a policy that is going to be unpopular and will ultimately fail. Local government is now yet another point of the list for major constitutional reform. which now includes the second chamber, powers of the House of Commons, the national parliaments, the voting system, the powers of the crown prerogative and indeed the monarchy itself. Its going to take more than a few guys meeting in Philadelphia for three weeks to sort this mess out.
Today's announcement is a huge victory for Surrey County Council's Conservative leader, Tim Oliver, though whether he'll reap any political benefit remains to be seen.
I know people in Oliver's Borough, Elmbridge, who desperately didn't want to be part of what they saw as a financial disaster in the making with the creation of North Surrey and preferred being run from Reigate rather than Woking.
The Surrey councils in total, however, have debts approaching £5 billion so today's announcements leave a number of questions unanswered.
The government have agreed to gift Woking £500 million to haul it out of the financial mire.
No word on the debts of the other councils AFAICS.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, they say. MRDA of course.
Sorry to hear of your experience. The whole thing is utterly crap.
In fairness, I wouldn't completely agree with that. A&E, in my experience, are generally excellent with attentive, highly motivated staff. Its when you get on the wards that there are problems.
In fact, it looks like 39 defections/resignations from Reform vs 149 defections to/by election gains by, Reform, since May. They won’t complain about that.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
For someone who said the Gazans deserved everything they got it's difficult to feel too much sympathy for someone who had no more than the inconvenience of
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
No wonder you were so unsympathetic towards the Gazans. You understood what it was like to be disturbed when you were trying to sleep. They had bombs and bullets and dead bodies but discomfort is discomfort and as you've said they deserved everything they got-infact they asked for it- and you most certainly didn't.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
A few years ago a friend of mine had a stroke. Admirably rushed to hospital by the ambulance service. Not so good was going to the hospital myself and finding him on a corridor floor with centipedes and other insects crawling over him while he was lying there inert (doped? no idea). The staff seemed quite 'business as usual' as they walked past in the corridor.
I myself have a regular old nothing special repeat prescription. And it became so unreliable that it was causing me to get twitchy and sometimes taking 2-3hrs on the phone to resolve. So I ended up just buying it privately. No idea why it seemed so random. You'd imagine it to be a fairly nailed-down process. But sometimes not posted out to the pharmacy. Sometimes posted out to a seemingly random pharmacy. Sometimes just 'oops - we forgot'.
"Why can't we be more like Sweden?" was a popular chorus in the 2000s. Replaced I think by "Why can't we be more like Germany?". That one went well too. I don't think there's a current version, but perhaps I'm wrong.
Pretty sure I still hear plaintive cries of ‘why couldn’t we be more like Sweden during COVID’ from certain quarters of PB. That many of the same people whip themselves into a froth about Sweden’s criminal immigrants doesn’t really alter the existence of the first view.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
I was never part of that 'We'.
I wonder if the changing profile of NHS patients is causing the system to break down.
With the system set up decades ago when most patients were under 50 compared to now when hospitals are filled with oldies.
"Why can't we be more like Sweden?" was a popular chorus in the 2000s. Replaced I think by "Why can't we be more like Germany?". That one went well too. I don't think there's a current version, but perhaps I'm wrong.
Pretty sure I still hear plaintive cries of ‘why couldn’t we be more like Sweden during COVID’ from certain quarters of PB. That many of the same people whip themselves into a froth about Sweden’s criminal immigrants doesn’t really alter the existence of the first view.
No plaintive cries from me! As far as I recall. E&OE.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
A few years ago a friend of mine had a stroke. Admirably rushed to hospital by the ambulance service. Not so good was going to the hospital myself and finding him on a corridor floor with centipedes and other insects crawling over him while he was lying there inert (doped? no idea). The staff seemed quite 'business as usual' as they walked past in the corridor.
I myself have a regular old nothing special repeat prescription. And it became so unreliable that it was causing me to get twitchy and sometimes taking 2-3hrs on the phone to resolve. So I ended up just buying it privately. No idea why it seemed so random. You'd imagine it to be a fairly nailed-down process. But sometimes not posted out to the pharmacy. Sometimes posted out to a seemingly random pharmacy. Sometimes just 'oops - we forgot'.
"No idea why it seemed so random."
Me neither.
Every month some kind of random mistake. Wrong meds, some meds missing, wrong time of day on the bottle, sent to wrong pharmacy etc.
The residents should be forced to pony up, at least for the debt servicing and a reasonable repayment schedule.
Otherwise you just have moral hazard. Although I do realise that local government in the UK is largely a figment of the imagination.
Forgive me if this a stupid question but, given Surrey council has a steady income and could swear off future borrowing, why can't they just default? What could the lender reasonably claim on? Force the council to mortgage things or what?
Nobody much seems to give a fuck their democracy has been taken from them by charlatans and chancers and a bunch of weird, absolute obsessive reactionary slave owner wanting nutjobs who have spent their lives in basements in underpants.
Still, there's always shits and hoots on Facebook of cute cats or liberals covered in shit to keep the mind from doing anything stupid like wonder why the american revolution happened.
Why would anyone want to inherit the job now, when they just got 2% in a by-election.
Dunno. Is this a generational thing? Every since William Hague we have a number of leaders who have run too early in their careers.
Where is the long game?
It's not quite installing phone lines (was that Portillo or Heseltine?), it could just be making sure the domain names are reserved for a run in ten years' time. Or it could be a cybersquatter with an eye for the main chance.
But yes. Maggie took fifteen years as an MP before becoming Conservative leader, Major just over eleven. Hague took eight years. Dave was the first really quick promotion from MP to leader- just over four years. Kemi's is longer than I thought- that was seven years.
Starmer had five years (and is another example of how achievement outside politics is only a partial substitute for experience in it)... and no, it's not enough really. But the temper of the age and the crises of the last decade mean that politicians are like bad avocados, going from immature to past it without ever being ripe'n'ready.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
A few years ago a friend of mine had a stroke. Admirably rushed to hospital by the ambulance service. Not so good was going to the hospital myself and finding him on a corridor floor with centipedes and other insects crawling over him while he was lying there inert (doped? no idea). The staff seemed quite 'business as usual' as they walked past in the corridor.
I myself have a regular old nothing special repeat prescription. And it became so unreliable that it was causing me to get twitchy and sometimes taking 2-3hrs on the phone to resolve. So I ended up just buying it privately. No idea why it seemed so random. You'd imagine it to be a fairly nailed-down process. But sometimes not posted out to the pharmacy. Sometimes posted out to a seemingly random pharmacy. Sometimes just 'oops - we forgot'.
"No idea why it seemed so random."
Me neither.
Every month some kind of random mistake. Wrong meds, some meds missing, wrong time of day on the bottle, sent to wrong pharmacy etc.
How does one go about buying it privately?
There quite a lot of online pharmacies that do private prescriptions after a cursory online consultation. Not for controlled drugs etc, things like Ozempic etc.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
A few years ago a friend of mine had a stroke. Admirably rushed to hospital by the ambulance service. Not so good was going to the hospital myself and finding him on a corridor floor with centipedes and other insects crawling over him while he was lying there inert (doped? no idea). The staff seemed quite 'business as usual' as they walked past in the corridor.
I myself have a regular old nothing special repeat prescription. And it became so unreliable that it was causing me to get twitchy and sometimes taking 2-3hrs on the phone to resolve. So I ended up just buying it privately. No idea why it seemed so random. You'd imagine it to be a fairly nailed-down process. But sometimes not posted out to the pharmacy. Sometimes posted out to a seemingly random pharmacy. Sometimes just 'oops - we forgot'.
"No idea why it seemed so random."
Me neither.
Every month some kind of random mistake. Wrong meds, some meds missing, wrong time of day on the bottle, sent to wrong pharmacy etc.
How does one go about buying it privately?
I find turning up at the office and (nicely) bothering the receptionists tends to fix problems more quickly than phoning.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
A few years ago a friend of mine had a stroke. Admirably rushed to hospital by the ambulance service. Not so good was going to the hospital myself and finding him on a corridor floor with centipedes and other insects crawling over him while he was lying there inert (doped? no idea). The staff seemed quite 'business as usual' as they walked past in the corridor.
I myself have a regular old nothing special repeat prescription. And it became so unreliable that it was causing me to get twitchy and sometimes taking 2-3hrs on the phone to resolve. So I ended up just buying it privately. No idea why it seemed so random. You'd imagine it to be a fairly nailed-down process. But sometimes not posted out to the pharmacy. Sometimes posted out to a seemingly random pharmacy. Sometimes just 'oops - we forgot'.
"No idea why it seemed so random."
Me neither.
Every month some kind of random mistake. Wrong meds, some meds missing, wrong time of day on the bottle, sent to wrong pharmacy etc.
How does one go about buying it privately?
There quite a lot of online pharmacies that do private prescriptions after a cursory online consultation. Not for controlled drugs etc, things like Ozempic etc.
That sounds like a miserable experience: I hope you are recovering well now.
That does sound particularly horrendous but the inability to sleep in hospital wards is all too common. The last time I was in there was someone who clearly had mental health issues in the same part of the ward almost continuously shouting throughout the night generally being ignored by the staff sitting at the desk at the front of the ward. It's not a place you want to be if you're ill. You need all your strength to cope (and a supply of edible food from visitors).
It is distressing, but ill people quite often get confused and delerious, and alarms do go off.
The staff may well be working hard at the desks, all of our notes, investigations, prescribing is electronic nowadays.
Russell Brand is a renowned British artist and thinker apparently (no idea who Zuby is). Bit shocked that Brand has become involved in the Bitcoin grift.
Keiser has been moderately entertaining in the past, but he’s turned Bitcoin into a religion and like all religious zealots he’s become a massive bore.
A truckload of rhesus monkeys from Tulane university escaped after a crash. The university warned they’re highly aggressive toward humans and infected with hepatitis C, herpes, and COVID.
Sounds like the plot of a B movie.
Mind you, I dont blame the monkeys for being pissed off with humans!
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, they say. MRDA of course.
Although does anyone actually say it? The NHS is rather efficient in a financial sense and very much middle of the road for outcomes.
I don’t believe they have a trip advisor system for rating a patients stay.
Clearly our Blanche has had a bad experience. My last hospital stay I had the advantage of severe immune suppression and hence a lovely if lonely single isolation room. If only more patients had that. Help avoid nosocomial infections and might make hospital a bit more bearable.
A truckload of rhesus monkeys from Tulane university escaped after a crash. The university warned they’re highly aggressive toward humans and infected with hepatitis C, herpes, and COVID.
Sounds like the plot of a B movie.
Mind you, I dont blame the monkeys for being pissed off with humans!
Russell Brand is a renowned British artist and thinker apparently (no idea who Zuby is). Bit shocked that Brand has become involved in the Bitcoin grift.
Keiser has been moderately entertaining in the past, but he’s turned Bitcoin into a religion and like all religious zealots he’s become a massive bore.
Why would you be shocked that Brand has turned to Bitcoin grifting? He went full on US conspiracy crank for money and he's going to need it all for his legal costs. Origin Story did a character assassination on him, based almost entirely on his auto-biographical publications.
A truckload of rhesus monkeys from Tulane university escaped after a crash. The university warned they’re highly aggressive toward humans and infected with hepatitis C, herpes, and COVID.
Sounds like the plot of a B movie.
Mind you, I dont blame the monkeys for being pissed off with humans!
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, they say. MRDA of course.
Although does anyone actually say it? The NHS is rather efficient in a financial sense and very much middle of the road for outcomes.
I don’t believe they have a trip advisor system for rating a patients stay.
Clearly our Blanche has had a bad experience. My last hospital stay I had the advantage of severe immune suppression and hence a lovely if lonely single isolation room. If only more patients had that. Help avoid nosocomial infections and might make hospital a bit more bearable.
When I was in hospital a few months ago, I have a private room with its own en suite. The staff, from Surgeon to auxiliaries, were all excellent, good humoured and attentive. This was in a Scottish NHS hospital. Don’t tell BBC Scotland or Anas Sarwar, they won’t believe it.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
A few years ago a friend of mine had a stroke. Admirably rushed to hospital by the ambulance service. Not so good was going to the hospital myself and finding him on a corridor floor with centipedes and other insects crawling over him while he was lying there inert (doped? no idea). The staff seemed quite 'business as usual' as they walked past in the corridor.
I myself have a regular old nothing special repeat prescription. And it became so unreliable that it was causing me to get twitchy and sometimes taking 2-3hrs on the phone to resolve. So I ended up just buying it privately. No idea why it seemed so random. You'd imagine it to be a fairly nailed-down process. But sometimes not posted out to the pharmacy. Sometimes posted out to a seemingly random pharmacy. Sometimes just 'oops - we forgot'.
"No idea why it seemed so random."
Me neither.
Every month some kind of random mistake. Wrong meds, some meds missing, wrong time of day on the bottle, sent to wrong pharmacy etc.
How does one go about buying it privately?
There quite a lot of online pharmacies that do private prescriptions after a cursory online consultation. Not for controlled drugs etc, things like Ozempic etc.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
A few years ago a friend of mine had a stroke. Admirably rushed to hospital by the ambulance service. Not so good was going to the hospital myself and finding him on a corridor floor with centipedes and other insects crawling over him while he was lying there inert (doped? no idea). The staff seemed quite 'business as usual' as they walked past in the corridor.
I myself have a regular old nothing special repeat prescription. And it became so unreliable that it was causing me to get twitchy and sometimes taking 2-3hrs on the phone to resolve. So I ended up just buying it privately. No idea why it seemed so random. You'd imagine it to be a fairly nailed-down process. But sometimes not posted out to the pharmacy. Sometimes posted out to a seemingly random pharmacy. Sometimes just 'oops - we forgot'.
"No idea why it seemed so random."
Me neither.
Every month some kind of random mistake. Wrong meds, some meds missing, wrong time of day on the bottle, sent to wrong pharmacy etc.
How does one go about buying it privately?
There quite a lot of online pharmacies that do private prescriptions after a cursory online consultation. Not for controlled drugs etc, things like Ozempic etc.
It was fine. A GP signs it off after you fill in a form.
I use that one for repeat prescriptions. It works well. Order online through the surgery website, surgery emails prescription to them, they dispense and post medication to me. Occasional hold-up before GP authorises. On one occasion the medication was delivered somewhere else, no clue where, but pharmacy2u support staff were very helpful. In the event the person whose door the packet was delivered to brought it to me personally.
Key is to order in plenty of time before you run out.
Why would anyone want to inherit the job now, when they just got 2% in a by-election.
Dunno. Is this a generational thing? Every since William Hague we have a number of leaders who have run too early in their careers.
Where is the long game?
It's not quite installing phone lines (was that Portillo or Heseltine?), it could just be making sure the domain names are reserved for a run in ten years' time. Or it could be a cybersquatter with an eye for the main chance.
But yes. Maggie took fifteen years as an MP before becoming Conservative leader, Major just over eleven. Hague took eight years. Dave was the first really quick promotion from MP to leader- just over four years. Kemi's is longer than I thought- that was seven years.
Starmer had five years (and is another example of how achievement outside politics is only a partial substitute for experience in it)... and no, it's not enough really. But the temper of the age and the crises of the last decade mean that politicians are like bad avocados, going from immature to past it without ever being ripe'n'ready.
The next Conservative PM, if there ever is one, is not yet in the Commons.
Russell Brand is a renowned British artist and thinker apparently (no idea who Zuby is). Bit shocked that Brand has become involved in the Bitcoin grift.
Keiser has been moderately entertaining in the past, but he’s turned Bitcoin into a religion and like all religious zealots he’s become a massive bore.
Why would you be shocked that Brand has turned to Bitcoin grifting? He went full on US conspiracy crank for money and he's going to need it all for his legal costs. Origin Story did a character assassination on him, based almost entirely on his auto-biographical publications.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
A few years ago a friend of mine had a stroke. Admirably rushed to hospital by the ambulance service. Not so good was going to the hospital myself and finding him on a corridor floor with centipedes and other insects crawling over him while he was lying there inert (doped? no idea). The staff seemed quite 'business as usual' as they walked past in the corridor.
I myself have a regular old nothing special repeat prescription. And it became so unreliable that it was causing me to get twitchy and sometimes taking 2-3hrs on the phone to resolve. So I ended up just buying it privately. No idea why it seemed so random. You'd imagine it to be a fairly nailed-down process. But sometimes not posted out to the pharmacy. Sometimes posted out to a seemingly random pharmacy. Sometimes just 'oops - we forgot'.
"No idea why it seemed so random."
Me neither.
Every month some kind of random mistake. Wrong meds, some meds missing, wrong time of day on the bottle, sent to wrong pharmacy etc.
How does one go about buying it privately?
There quite a lot of online pharmacies that do private prescriptions after a cursory online consultation. Not for controlled drugs etc, things like Ozempic etc.
The residents should be forced to pony up, at least for the debt servicing and a reasonable repayment schedule.
Otherwise you just have moral hazard. Although I do realise that local government in the UK is largely a figment of the imagination.
This Woking resident disagrees.
This has its origin in Cameron's bonfire of the quangos, when he abolished the audit commission to save money*, and there was no longer anyone checking that councils weren't taking on stupid financial risks or making poor investment decisions. Conservative-run Woking spent £millions to turn it into Manhattan gambling on borrowing short-term to pay off longterm debt and came unstuck when short-term interest rates went up. If they'd been subject to a proper audit, it would have been pointed out that a) Woking will never be Manhattan, b) their gamble was far too risky.
*reportedly it didn't even save money before the loss of an effective audit function is accounted for...
A truckload of rhesus monkeys from Tulane university escaped after a crash. The university warned they’re highly aggressive toward humans and infected with hepatitis C, herpes, and COVID.
Sounds like the plot of a B movie.
Mind you, I dont blame the monkeys for being pissed off with humans!
Tulane you say?
If they make it to the French Quarter then it could be fun.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
A few years ago a friend of mine had a stroke. Admirably rushed to hospital by the ambulance service. Not so good was going to the hospital myself and finding him on a corridor floor with centipedes and other insects crawling over him while he was lying there inert (doped? no idea). The staff seemed quite 'business as usual' as they walked past in the corridor.
I myself have a regular old nothing special repeat prescription. And it became so unreliable that it was causing me to get twitchy and sometimes taking 2-3hrs on the phone to resolve. So I ended up just buying it privately. No idea why it seemed so random. You'd imagine it to be a fairly nailed-down process. But sometimes not posted out to the pharmacy. Sometimes posted out to a seemingly random pharmacy. Sometimes just 'oops - we forgot'.
"No idea why it seemed so random."
Me neither.
Every month some kind of random mistake. Wrong meds, some meds missing, wrong time of day on the bottle, sent to wrong pharmacy etc.
How does one go about buying it privately?
There quite a lot of online pharmacies that do private prescriptions after a cursory online consultation. Not for controlled drugs etc, things like Ozempic etc.
It was fine. A GP signs it off after you fill in a form.
Thanks.
I checked the link and they say that if need blister packs/dosettes which we do then they partner with: PillTime
Any one out there had experience of PillTime?
I'm tempted because I am sick of the fucks by local pharmacies (we are on our 4th in two years!!).
Usually I root for the little guy on the old fashioned high street battling online but I've run out of rooting powder.
Ah. It sounds like pharmacy2u can only send whole boxes of medicine out, but you need actual dispensing? Is that the difference?
Just need the meds in little boxes with the time written on or pouches with time written on.
If you have a care agency coming to do the medication in a social care scenario they often expect the meds to be in these time-set-out boxes so their staff don't have to read lots of detail on pill boxes about what to give and when. I have been told it is a CQC thing. Same for care homes iirc.
Harriet Harman says Jack Polanski is a hybrid of Farage and Corbyn.
Polanski seems shockingly nice.
It’s only when you listen to his ideas for unilateral disarmament, disbanding NATO, the abolition of landlords, and legalisation of crack cocaine, that you realise he’s nice but dangerously naive.
However there’s a solid constituency of about 10% of the population - mostly mentally ill women to be honest - who love this stuff.
NEW: Judge Currie asks for complete grand-jury transcripts in the James Comey case so she can assess Lindsey Halligan's level of involvement (and thus the extent to which the prosecution might be tainted).
Is that essentially arguing that it is a political prosecution?
I think part of it is that Halligan arguably isn't validly serving in her role as interim US Attorney for the Eastern District of Virginia, as Trump could only appoint an interim for 120 days before requiring confirmation by the Senate and she's also not been a Justice Department employee for 90 days.
If that argument is correct, she's got no authority and is just some herbert who the President personally sent to interfere in the process. The question then becomes whether the indictment getting through the Grand Jury stage is in fact due to someone who had no legal right to be there doing things she had no legal right to do. The judge asking for transcripts of the Grand Jury suggests she's kind of convinced Halligan wasn't entitled to be there, and the issue is then whether that in fact made the difference.
The residents should be forced to pony up, at least for the debt servicing and a reasonable repayment schedule.
Otherwise you just have moral hazard. Although I do realise that local government in the UK is largely a figment of the imagination.
This Woking resident disagrees.
This has its origin in Cameron's bonfire of the quangos, when he abolished the audit commission to save money*, and there was no longer anyone checking that councils weren't taking on stupid financial risks or making poor investment decisions. Conservative-run Woking spent £millions to turn it into Manhattan gambling on borrowing short-term to pay off longterm debt and came unstuck when short-term interest rates went up. If they'd been subject to a proper audit, it would have been pointed out that a) Woking will never be Manhattan, b) their gamble was far too risky.
*reportedly it didn't even save money before the loss of an effective audit function is accounted for...
Right.
And the ratepayers of Woking should pay for electing a bunch of shysters.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
A few years ago a friend of mine had a stroke. Admirably rushed to hospital by the ambulance service. Not so good was going to the hospital myself and finding him on a corridor floor with centipedes and other insects crawling over him while he was lying there inert (doped? no idea). The staff seemed quite 'business as usual' as they walked past in the corridor.
I myself have a regular old nothing special repeat prescription. And it became so unreliable that it was causing me to get twitchy and sometimes taking 2-3hrs on the phone to resolve. So I ended up just buying it privately. No idea why it seemed so random. You'd imagine it to be a fairly nailed-down process. But sometimes not posted out to the pharmacy. Sometimes posted out to a seemingly random pharmacy. Sometimes just 'oops - we forgot'.
"No idea why it seemed so random."
Me neither.
Every month some kind of random mistake. Wrong meds, some meds missing, wrong time of day on the bottle, sent to wrong pharmacy etc.
How does one go about buying it privately?
There quite a lot of online pharmacies that do private prescriptions after a cursory online consultation. Not for controlled drugs etc, things like Ozempic etc.
A truckload of rhesus monkeys from Tulane university escaped after a crash. The university warned they’re highly aggressive toward humans and infected with hepatitis C, herpes, and COVID.
Non-human primates is what they are called these days.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
A few years ago a friend of mine had a stroke. Admirably rushed to hospital by the ambulance service. Not so good was going to the hospital myself and finding him on a corridor floor with centipedes and other insects crawling over him while he was lying there inert (doped? no idea). The staff seemed quite 'business as usual' as they walked past in the corridor.
I myself have a regular old nothing special repeat prescription. And it became so unreliable that it was causing me to get twitchy and sometimes taking 2-3hrs on the phone to resolve. So I ended up just buying it privately. No idea why it seemed so random. You'd imagine it to be a fairly nailed-down process. But sometimes not posted out to the pharmacy. Sometimes posted out to a seemingly random pharmacy. Sometimes just 'oops - we forgot'.
"No idea why it seemed so random."
Me neither.
Every month some kind of random mistake. Wrong meds, some meds missing, wrong time of day on the bottle, sent to wrong pharmacy etc.
How does one go about buying it privately?
There quite a lot of online pharmacies that do private prescriptions after a cursory online consultation. Not for controlled drugs etc, things like Ozempic etc.
It was fine. A GP signs it off after you fill in a form.
Thanks.
I checked the link and they say that if need blister packs/dosettes which we do then they partner with: PillTime
Any one out there had experience of PillTime?
I'm tempted because I am sick of the fucks by local pharmacies (we are on our 4th in two years!!).
Usually I root for the little guy on the old fashioned high street battling online but I've run out of rooting powder.
Ah. It sounds like pharmacy2u can only send whole boxes of medicine out, but you need actual dispensing? Is that the difference?
I believe the plastic boxes of daily eg morning/noon/evening can be set up by any pharmacy at request of GP, so pharmacy2u will probably do that.
You would have thought.
But the reality on the ground is:
a) some pharmacies flat out refuse to do these packs. Our nearest pharmacy who we used for years said 'no way mate' when my wife's meds needed to be in packs.
b) the nhs does not pay for the extra time taken to prepare
c) hence a)
d) it is a process that seems very prone to fuck ups. hence a)
e) a robot could avoid d but we are not there yet.
f) iirc there is a debate across the care/GP/pharma industry as to whether these blister packs are actually causing more problems than solving.
Harriet Harman says Jack Polanski is a hybrid of Farage and Corbyn.
Polanski seems shockingly nice.
It’s only when you listen to his ideas for unilateral disarmament, disbanding NATO, the abolition of landlords, and legalisation of crack cocaine, that you realise he’s nice but dangerously naive.
However there’s a solid constituency of about 10% of the population - mostly mentally ill women to be honest - who love this stuff.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
A few years ago a friend of mine had a stroke. Admirably rushed to hospital by the ambulance service. Not so good was going to the hospital myself and finding him on a corridor floor with centipedes and other insects crawling over him while he was lying there inert (doped? no idea). The staff seemed quite 'business as usual' as they walked past in the corridor.
I myself have a regular old nothing special repeat prescription. And it became so unreliable that it was causing me to get twitchy and sometimes taking 2-3hrs on the phone to resolve. So I ended up just buying it privately. No idea why it seemed so random. You'd imagine it to be a fairly nailed-down process. But sometimes not posted out to the pharmacy. Sometimes posted out to a seemingly random pharmacy. Sometimes just 'oops - we forgot'.
"No idea why it seemed so random."
Me neither.
Every month some kind of random mistake. Wrong meds, some meds missing, wrong time of day on the bottle, sent to wrong pharmacy etc.
How does one go about buying it privately?
There quite a lot of online pharmacies that do private prescriptions after a cursory online consultation. Not for controlled drugs etc, things like Ozempic etc.
It was fine. A GP signs it off after you fill in a form.
Thanks.
I checked the link and they say that if need blister packs/dosettes which we do then they partner with: PillTime
Any one out there had experience of PillTime?
I'm tempted because I am sick of the fucks by local pharmacies (we are on our 4th in two years!!).
Usually I root for the little guy on the old fashioned high street battling online but I've run out of rooting powder.
Ah. It sounds like pharmacy2u can only send whole boxes of medicine out, but you need actual dispensing? Is that the difference?
I believe the plastic boxes of daily eg morning/noon/evening can be set up by any pharmacy at request of GP, so pharmacy2u will probably do that.
You would have thought.
But the reality on the ground is:
a) some pharmacies flat out refuse to do these packs. Our nearest pharmacy who we used for years said 'no way mate' when my wife's meds needed to be in packs.
b) the nhs does not pay for the extra time taken to prepare
c) hence a)
d) it is a process that seems very prone to fuck ups. hence a)
e) a robot could avoid d but we are not there yet.
f) iirc there is a debate across the care/GP/pharma industry as to whether these blister packs are actually causing more problems than solving.
Relative of mine had these via an online pharmacy for years until he died earlier this year.
@ydoethur re: earlier discussion - I guess it comes down to whether either of us is atypical. LEDs have absolutely "cured" the problem for me (with the disadvantage that if I drive halogen cars I'm even more pissed off now at oncoming LEDs). That they've appeared to do nothing for you (well technically you just said you drove a modern car but I assume you only said that because you're driving one with LED headlights) makes me wonder if there are two entirely different biological processes going on, and if that in itself is part of the problem as complainants are talking past one another...
(incidentally, I've never been flashed in the Tesla, and outside of towns I leave the lights entirely on automatic which means they're on matrix full beam all the time in the dark; I guess I could try driving around with "full" full beam on and see if I am flashed but this strikes me as the actions of a penis)
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
If you have an absolute emergency, it's great, because of the brutal triaging on the basis of medical need.
If your aim is to control costs, it's pretty good. Way lower than the USA, meaningfully lower than the sort of European countries (France, Germany etc) we think of ourselves as comparable to.
The downsides of the NHS model follow from its virtues. If it's not an absolute crisis, it won't be seen quickly. Yes, that creates problems. And the paperwork will be a mess, because the people who deal with the paperwork all went in one of the efficiency drives. And heaven help you if you have one of those chronic issues that ought to be managed but is never urgent and will probably never be fully fixed (mental health, say) because you are unlikely to ever float to the top of the triage pile.
Good luck fixing that without more money. The only question is whether to do it individually (via personal insurance) or collectively (via taxes of some sort). Because at the moment, the system is in the same inefficiency-due-to-frugality corner as most of the rest of the British state.
That sounds credible, but to be fair I've had nothing but good NHS experiences - good hospital treatment when I needed it and an undemanded apology that it wasn't as quick as they'd in retrospect wished, good advice, prompt consideration of new issues, medication accurate and on time each month. Maybe Oxfordshire is unusually good, or I've been lucky, but I wouldn't want the bad experiences of some (which do sound grim) to be the only ones quoted here. It's such a huge system there are bound to be some good and some bad cases.
I had a Palestinian Medical Student in my clinic last week. My University has temprarily accepted her as her studies in Gaza are no longer possible. Hearing her stories of how her fellow medical students were killed, and her family bombed out of their home with white phosphorous, grandparents, children and all. I know it is nothing new to see on the news or social media, but hearing her quietly describing it all first hand was heartbreaking.
Harriet Harman says Jack Polanski is a hybrid of Farage and Corbyn.
Polanski seems shockingly nice.
It’s only when you listen to his ideas for unilateral disarmament, disbanding NATO, the abolition of landlords, and legalisation of crack cocaine, that you realise he’s nice but dangerously naive.
However there’s a solid constituency of about 10% of the population - mostly mentally ill women to be honest - who love this stuff.
Farage vs Polanski?
Hmm.
Well, all that's at stake is the governance of a nuclear-armed G7 UN security council member which has, hitherto, been the acme of the stable, reliable Western democracy, and a pillar of NATO and European security.
In fact, it looks like 39 defections/resignations from Reform vs 149 defections to/by election gains by, Reform, since May. They won’t complain about that.
Reform councillors leave the party at a lower rate than Reform MPs!
The residents should be forced to pony up, at least for the debt servicing and a reasonable repayment schedule.
Otherwise you just have moral hazard. Although I do realise that local government in the UK is largely a figment of the imagination.
This Woking resident disagrees.
This has its origin in Cameron's bonfire of the quangos, when he abolished the audit commission to save money*, and there was no longer anyone checking that councils weren't taking on stupid financial risks or making poor investment decisions. Conservative-run Woking spent £millions to turn it into Manhattan gambling on borrowing short-term to pay off longterm debt and came unstuck when short-term interest rates went up. If they'd been subject to a proper audit, it would have been pointed out that a) Woking will never be Manhattan, b) their gamble was far too risky.
*reportedly it didn't even save money before the loss of an effective audit function is accounted for...
Right.
And the ratepayers of Woking should pay for electing a bunch of shysters.
Trouble is, which Woking ratepayers?
The ones who voted foolishly while their council did dumb things? Or the ones still to come over the next few decades? Even if you ignore the acturial turnover, do we persue Woking ratepayers who decide to become ratepayers in Guildford or (if they are very smart) Gosport?
OK, part of this is another manifestation of what I suspect the British problem is- we've spent decades voting for governments to keep topping up the punchbowl, and now the hangover has finally arrived and we don't like it. And at some level, I'm OK with saying "tough-hangovers aren't meant to be fun". I don't have to win an election. But when local councils screw up, it seems so trivially easy for the better-off to evade the consequences by moving house, and that doesn't seem entirely on.
(The nearest I have to an answer is that this is why councils shouldn't be able to build up risky debt, but that's closing a stable door a decade too late.)
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
A few years ago a friend of mine had a stroke. Admirably rushed to hospital by the ambulance service. Not so good was going to the hospital myself and finding him on a corridor floor with centipedes and other insects crawling over him while he was lying there inert (doped? no idea). The staff seemed quite 'business as usual' as they walked past in the corridor.
I myself have a regular old nothing special repeat prescription. And it became so unreliable that it was causing me to get twitchy and sometimes taking 2-3hrs on the phone to resolve. So I ended up just buying it privately. No idea why it seemed so random. You'd imagine it to be a fairly nailed-down process. But sometimes not posted out to the pharmacy. Sometimes posted out to a seemingly random pharmacy. Sometimes just 'oops - we forgot'.
"No idea why it seemed so random."
Me neither.
Every month some kind of random mistake. Wrong meds, some meds missing, wrong time of day on the bottle, sent to wrong pharmacy etc.
How does one go about buying it privately?
There quite a lot of online pharmacies that do private prescriptions after a cursory online consultation. Not for controlled drugs etc, things like Ozempic etc.
It was fine. A GP signs it off after you fill in a form.
Thanks.
I checked the link and they say that if need blister packs/dosettes which we do then they partner with: PillTime
Any one out there had experience of PillTime?
I'm tempted because I am sick of the fucks by local pharmacies (we are on our 4th in two years!!).
Usually I root for the little guy on the old fashioned high street battling online but I've run out of rooting powder.
Ah. It sounds like pharmacy2u can only send whole boxes of medicine out, but you need actual dispensing? Is that the difference?
I believe the plastic boxes of daily eg morning/noon/evening can be set up by any pharmacy at request of GP, so pharmacy2u will probably do that.
You would have thought.
But the reality on the ground is:
a) some pharmacies flat out refuse to do these packs. Our nearest pharmacy who we used for years said 'no way mate' when my wife's meds needed to be in packs.
b) the nhs does not pay for the extra time taken to prepare
c) hence a)
d) it is a process that seems very prone to fuck ups. hence a)
e) a robot could avoid d but we are not there yet.
f) iirc there is a debate across the care/GP/pharma industry as to whether these blister packs are actually causing more problems than solving.
I would happily pay extra to receive my medication in a bottle, rather than breaking my nails, my temper and the tablets when trying to extricate them from blister packs.
A week after I got out of hospital, I feel ready to share my story of NHS trauma
I last reported from the hospital, not long after I'd been moved into a ward and was starting to feel better from the morphine and the antibiotics. I hadn't slept for thirty seven hours, thirty three of which had been at the hospital. This was due to not being given a bed for the first twenty and a half hours, then being moved several times over the next six hours
They'd put me in a four bed ward early in the afternoon and I tried to doze off. I may have dozed off very briefly once or twice but was instantly reawakened by the ten to fifteen guests visiting the other patients. If the patients weren't deaf, the visitors were having a shouting match
It got to dinner time and I managed to get about half of whatever horror they gave me down, and then got about ten minutes sleep before I was woken again for my drugs. I felt so awful when they woke me (heart pounding and hyper-ventilating a bit in my tiny remaining lung capacity), that I decided to keep myself awake until my final drug round at 10pm. I read PB for a couple of hours
I went for a wee just before ten, when I came out of the bathroom there were nine or ten doctors and nurse crowded around the bed next to me, and quite a bit of commotion. I waited for the pills; they eventually came at 10:45. By then my neighbour seemed to have recovered sufficiently to be screeching abuse at the staff. I think I got to asleep about eleven, nearly forty hours since my arrival at the hospital, and forty four hours awake
The next thing I knew, a bright light was being shone in my face, my things were being piled on top of me, and four foreign nurses were bellowing over me, shaking the bed because they couldn't disengage the wheel lock. When I first woke, I didn't remember where I was or why; I think my body would have reacted the same way if I were being kidnapped. It was essentially a massive adrenaline overdose - after, it turned out, a whole two hours sleep
tbc
They moved me as an extra bed into a different four bed ward, three foot from the bed of some Jabba the Hut looking figure, facing me and having explosive coughing fits every ten or so minutes, and another of the beds had a patient setting off beeping alarms almost as frequently. I dragged myself out of bed and down the corridor, looking for a member of staff who might help me out - I wanted some kind of sleeping pill. I gave up after the first six of them; they were all arrogant, rude, surly and utterly unhelpful. One response I got was "You're in a fucking hospital, what do you expect? Get back in your bed"
I tried to march indignantly off the ward, but shuffled, wheezed and coughed my way. I went outside and got some fresh air, took the deepest breaths I could, and tried to calm down. After half an hour I couldn't calm down, my heart was still pounding furiously, but I got control of my breathing and headed back to ward. The door was locked, so I had to ring the bell. The guy that came to the door angrily interrogated me "Wha' room you in", I asked how the fuck am I supposed to know, he said "You no come in, I ge' someone." He came back ten minutes later with a nurse, who refused to believe I'd been dumped on their ward. She disappeared and came back after ten more minutes with someone who bothered to fucking listen
She seemed nice, so I told why I wasn't going to be able to sleep and why I needed to. I asked if she could please find a doctor who'd prescribe me a strong sleeping pill. She promised to, and I squatted in the corridor opposite the ward. A few people came along in the hour and a half wait, ordering me to get back in my bed. I was past breaking point by then, and told each one to fuck off. I was so wired, I just squatted and stared at the wall. I think I only blinked about twenty times, and had to force myself to
The nurse eventually arrived, I took the pill and did my very best to sleep. I think I got about another two hours before they woke me up again. Once I'd again worked out where I was and why, and why I felt so fucking awful while also furious and delirious from the sleep deprivation, I decided I needed to see the Consultant to demand discharge. I told him all I wanted was the drugs I'd need, and to get the hell out of there. The arrogant prick laughed in my face
Took the useless fuckers four and a half hours to get the drugs to me, then I had to wait another hour to get picked up
Envy of the world, pt 94.
Yep.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
If you have an absolute emergency, it's great, because of the brutal triaging on the basis of medical need.
If your aim is to control costs, it's pretty good. Way lower than the USA, meaningfully lower than the sort of European countries (France, Germany etc) we think of ourselves as comparable to.
The downsides of the NHS model follow from its virtues. If it's not an absolute crisis, it won't be seen quickly. Yes, that creates problems. And the paperwork will be a mess, because the people who deal with the paperwork all went in one of the efficiency drives. And heaven help you if you have one of those chronic issues that ought to be managed but is never urgent and will probably never be fully fixed (mental health, say) because you are unlikely to ever float to the top of the triage pile.
Good luck fixing that without more money. The only question is whether to do it individually (via personal insurance) or collectively (via taxes of some sort). Because at the moment, the system is in the same inefficiency-due-to-frugality corner as most of the rest of the British state.
That sounds credible, but to be fair I've had nothing but good NHS experiences - good hospital treatment when I needed it and an undemanded apology that it wasn't as quick as they'd in retrospect wished, good advice, prompt consideration of new issues, medication accurate and on time each month. Maybe Oxfordshire is unusually good, or I've been lucky, but I wouldn't want the bad experiences of some (which do sound grim) to be the only ones quoted here. It's such a huge system there are bound to be some good and some bad cases.
My mate's family member lives in Germany. She has absolutely no idea why anyone in UK can't get a GP appointment the same day as they do in Germany.
The progressive bailout of Woking notwithstanding, Spelthorne and Runnymede both have large amounts of debt relative to their size and the County Council itself isn't without financial issues.
There are potential savings over time to reducing from one country and eleven district/borough councils to two unitaries but these savings won't be realised in year one and the truth is the demand for the key areas of social care and SEND will remain for the two new authorities.
Nobody much seems to give a fuck their democracy has been taken from them by charlatans and chancers and a bunch of weird, absolute obsessive reactionary slave owner wanting nutjobs who have spent their lives in basements in underpants.
Still, there's always shits and hoots on Facebook of cute cats or liberals covered in shit to keep the mind from doing anything stupid like wonder why the american revolution happened.
It's because opponents of Trump have outrage fatigue. Everything he does, or that is done on his behalf, is worthy of outrage, but it's pretty tiring to be angry all the time.
And for Republicans they've been convinced that their biggest enemy is the Democrats, and so as long as Trump is, "annoying all the right people," then it's secondary that he's openly corrupt, selling himself to foreign states, and generally acting as a traitor who is trashing the Constitution. He's owning the libs, so none of that matters.
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That sounds like a miserable experience: I hope you are recovering well now.
We seem to have a collective delusion that our health service is some kind of shining exemplar to an otherwise benighted world.
It is not world beating overall although some very bright points etc.
I have had my own minor tale of nhs woe just in last 36 hours trying to sort out - yet again - 5th month in a row - my wife's medication and prescription which was yet again hopelessly and laugh out loud wrong.
I fucking hate Vivaldi.
It's more a case of an unwanted solution sent off in search of a problem, which is one of the reasons why no-one has a particularly good way to implement it.
IMHO the whole thing is utterly stupid, especially as about the only bit of local government that work sreasonably is the District Councils, as they are insulated from the social care and SEND disasters. Abolishing those will just ensure that all local government functions are a disaster zone, not just the County Councils.
Being generous, it's not weapons grade stupidity like the Renters Rights Bill or the Workers Rights Bills, it's merely hosing money down the drain for the sake of pointless change, but it's still something the government would give up on instantly if the the cabinet had half a brain collectively shared between them.
Lettuce to standby.
It was awful. I actually feel stressed out again now, having recounted it in some detail
I am recovering though. My Mum insisted I move in with them for a bit, until she thinks I'm better! So I'm being well fed and looked after, and it's worked out really well because my house is being decorated this week
I'm still not certain what I'm recovering from. All my discharge letter said was that I had an infection and a sore chest (thank fuck they told me that), and to go back for a chest scan in eight weeks - luckily I can go to a different, more local hospital
What's kind of unbelievable about all this is that I went to the hospital with my Dad. He was a senior Consultant there from when it was built, and at its predecessor, for the last more than quarter of century of his career. He's still on the books and has a badge as he's on his old department team for monthly management meetings
There's a meeting on Friday. He's not at all impressed and will certainly have a few things to say
He's booked me an appointment at the local private hospital
See, they do know how to do it!
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/clyg636kdrgo
"Man charged with racially aggravated rape of woman"
Where is the long game?
If your aim is to control costs, it's pretty good. Way lower than the USA, meaningfully lower than the sort of European countries (France, Germany etc) we think of ourselves as comparable to.
The downsides of the NHS model follow from its virtues. If it's not an absolute crisis, it won't be seen quickly. Yes, that creates problems. And the paperwork will be a mess, because the people who deal with the paperwork all went in one of the efficiency drives. And heaven help you if you have one of those chronic issues that ought to be managed but is never urgent and will probably never be fully fixed (mental health, say) because you are unlikely to ever float to the top of the triage pile.
Good luck fixing that without more money. The only question is whether to do it individually (via personal insurance) or collectively (via taxes of some sort). Because at the moment, the system is in the same inefficiency-due-to-frugality corner as most of the rest of the British state.
In the first half of 2025 it rose to $864 million.
A massive percentage came from foreigners.
It should be the biggest scandal in the history of American politics.
But few even care.
https://x.com/RonFilipkowski/status/1983234367162835298
Disallowed
The residents should be forced to pony up, at least for the debt servicing and a reasonable repayment schedule.
Otherwise you just have moral hazard.
Although I do realise that local government in the UK is largely a figment of the imagination.
I myself have a regular old nothing special repeat prescription. And it became so unreliable that it was causing me to get twitchy and sometimes taking 2-3hrs on the phone to resolve. So I ended up just buying it privately. No idea why it seemed so random. You'd imagine it to be a fairly nailed-down process. But sometimes not posted out to the pharmacy. Sometimes posted out to a seemingly random pharmacy. Sometimes just 'oops - we forgot'.
I wonder if the changing profile of NHS patients is causing the system to break down.
With the system set up decades ago when most patients were under 50 compared to now when hospitals are filled with oldies.
Me neither.
Every month some kind of random mistake. Wrong meds, some meds missing, wrong time of day on the bottle, sent to wrong pharmacy etc.
How does one go about buying it privately?
Nobody much seems to give a fuck their democracy has been taken from them by charlatans and chancers and a bunch of weird, absolute obsessive reactionary slave owner wanting nutjobs who have spent their lives in basements in underpants.
Still, there's always shits and hoots on Facebook of cute cats or liberals covered in shit to keep the mind from doing anything stupid like wonder why the american revolution happened.
But yes. Maggie took fifteen years as an MP before becoming Conservative leader, Major just over eleven. Hague took eight years. Dave was the first really quick promotion from MP to leader- just over four years. Kemi's is longer than I thought- that was seven years.
Starmer had five years (and is another example of how achievement outside politics is only a partial substitute for experience in it)... and no, it's not enough really. But the temper of the age and the crises of the last decade mean that politicians are like bad avocados, going from immature to past it without ever being ripe'n'ready.
https://www.pharmacy2u.co.uk/
It was fine. A GP signs it off after you fill in a form.
The staff may well be working hard at the desks, all of our notes, investigations, prescribing is electronic nowadays.
Keiser has been moderately entertaining in the past, but he’s turned Bitcoin into a religion and like all religious zealots he’s become a massive bore.
https://x.com/translatinges/status/1983152753535783103?s=61&t=LYVEHh2mqFy1oUJAdCfe-Q
Mind you, I dont blame the monkeys for being pissed off with humans!
I don’t believe they have a trip advisor system for rating a patients stay.
Clearly our Blanche has had a bad experience. My last hospital stay I had the advantage of severe immune suppression and hence a lovely if lonely single isolation room. If only more patients had that. Help avoid nosocomial infections and might make hospital a bit more bearable.
https://www.austinchronicle.com/news/the-legendary-snow-monkeys-of-texas-11723178/
Origin Story did a character assassination on him, based almost entirely on his auto-biographical publications.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/12_Monkeys
I checked the link and they say that if need blister packs/dosettes which we do then they partner with: PillTime
Any one out there had experience of PillTime?
I'm tempted because I am sick of the fucks by local pharmacies (we are on our 4th in two years!!).
Usually I root for the little guy on the old fashioned high street battling online but I've run out of rooting powder.
Key is to order in plenty of time before you run out.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4zE6rSuw6s
Presumably from peasants with multi million pound houses.
Conservative-run Woking spent £millions to turn it into Manhattan gambling on borrowing short-term to pay off longterm debt and came unstuck when short-term interest rates went up. If they'd been subject to a proper audit, it would have been pointed out that a) Woking will never be Manhattan, b) their gamble was far too risky.
*reportedly it didn't even save money before the loss of an effective audit function is accounted for...
If they make it to the French Quarter then it could be fun.
If you have a care agency coming to do the medication in a social care scenario they often expect the meds to be in these time-set-out boxes so their staff don't have to read lots of detail on pill boxes about what to give and when. I have been told it is a CQC thing. Same for care homes iirc.
It’s only when you listen to his ideas for unilateral disarmament, disbanding NATO, the abolition of landlords, and legalisation of crack cocaine, that you realise he’s nice but dangerously naive.
However there’s a solid constituency of about 10% of the population - mostly mentally ill women to be honest - who love this stuff.
You just need to use your imagination.
And the ratepayers of Woking should pay for electing a bunch of shysters.
Them's the breaks....
But the reality on the ground is:
a) some pharmacies flat out refuse to do these packs. Our nearest pharmacy who we used for years said 'no way mate' when my wife's meds needed to be in packs.
b) the nhs does not pay for the extra time taken to prepare
c) hence a)
d) it is a process that seems very prone to fuck ups. hence a)
e) a robot could avoid d but we are not there yet.
f) iirc there is a debate across the care/GP/pharma industry as to whether these blister packs are actually causing more problems than solving.
He is much better organised than Corbyn and Sultana, and is eating their lunch.
But otherwise not massive difference
https://yougov.co.uk/politics/articles/49978-how-britain-voted-in-the-2024-general-election
Whether they are "mentally ill" YouGov is strangely silent on.
(incidentally, I've never been flashed in the Tesla, and outside of towns I leave the lights entirely on automatic which means they're on matrix full beam all the time in the dark; I guess I could try driving around with "full" full beam on and see if I am flashed but this strikes me as the actions of a penis)
Hmm.
Well, all that's at stake is the governance of a nuclear-armed G7 UN security council member which has, hitherto, been the acme of the stable, reliable Western democracy, and a pillar of NATO and European security.
Nothing to worry about, nothing to see.
The ones who voted foolishly while their council did dumb things? Or the ones still to come over the next few decades? Even if you ignore the acturial turnover, do we persue Woking ratepayers who decide to become ratepayers in Guildford or (if they are very smart) Gosport?
OK, part of this is another manifestation of what I suspect the British problem is- we've spent decades voting for governments to keep topping up the punchbowl, and now the hangover has finally arrived and we don't like it. And at some level, I'm OK with saying "tough-hangovers aren't meant to be fun". I don't have to win an election. But when local councils screw up, it seems so trivially easy for the better-off to evade the consequences by moving house, and that doesn't seem entirely on.
(The nearest I have to an answer is that this is why councils shouldn't be able to build up risky debt, but that's closing a stable door a decade too late.)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centipede
However, they can manage their daily 10,000 steps in remarkably short times.
Still lots of undecideds with the centre left D66 surging in the last few polls.
There are potential savings over time to reducing from one country and eleven district/borough councils to two unitaries but these savings won't be realised in year one and the truth is the demand for the key areas of social care and SEND will remain for the two new authorities.
And for Republicans they've been convinced that their biggest enemy is the Democrats, and so as long as Trump is, "annoying all the right people," then it's secondary that he's openly corrupt, selling himself to foreign states, and generally acting as a traitor who is trashing the Constitution. He's owning the libs, so none of that matters.