After endless frigging about, having been marked as "urgent", Trixy was first seen after about half an hour. Triage was then done by:
- a nurse practitioner, who was obviously utterly out of her depth,
- after about another twenty minutes, a first doctor,
- then after another half an hour, a second doctor, who asked precisely the same questions as the other two then went way for about twenty minutes before returning to take some blood,
- a third doctor, who asked precisely the same questions again, then said she'd take a urine sample. She went away, and forty minutes later, a nurse came to collect the sample.
- the third doctor returned after another half hour or so, to tell us that main bloods and urine were fine but that we needed to await the result of electrolytes.
It was just after 4 by the time that a nurse came to escort us to the A & E Waiting Area; all we needed to do was to wait for the steroids that the doctor had prescribed. So, we sat down to wait...
... And wait...
... And wait...
By the time that six o'clock came around, we had been told, at various points, that
- the steroids were ready and that someone had just gone to get them (three times),
- and that there was only one on-call pharmacist for the entire fucking hospital
At about twenty past six, one of the nurses finally said that the steroids were ready and he went to get them; he came back about five minutes later and—fucking finally!—we could leave...
Four sets of triage? Lied to by the nurses three times about the delivery of the medication? This was all shit enough, but it was this that really got my fucking goat: we passed the pharmacy on the way out and saw that it was open 9am–1pm on Saturdays and 10am–2pm on Sundays.
What. The. Fuck?
I love this joined-up government, don't you? Having bollocksed up the negotiations with GPs and allowing them (quite understandably) to opt out of weekend surgeries and weekly on-call duties, one might have thought that maybe, just maybe, the government might have ensured that the only places open at a weekend—the hospital Walk-Ins and A & Es—might be adequately staffed to cover the inevitable influx of people at the weekends.
But no, that would be asking too much, wouldn't it?
My father came in with the paper yesterday afternoon—the headline was about the cuts to the Navy's strength—asking, in an exasperated manner, whether there was anything that this government has not fucked up? The answer is, of course, "no": there is nothing that this bunch of corrupt, incompetent, fucktard cunts.
The damage that they have done will take decades to put right. Fucking hell, I loathe them so much; so, so much.