Why I would rather suffer than visit a hospital ever again:
Ever since I was little, doctors were the enemy. Several pacts had been made with myself to never speak to them in either of our existences. I would rather rip out my old eye balls then visit that hell ever again, except I’m sure that tearing out any part of me would resort in a trip there.
But out of all the parts of the hospital, A & E was my enemy. You sit there, in a waiting room for hours on end, before seeing anyone. Next you are referred to someone special, more waiting. Then I’m sure there was more waiting for X-rays and stuff. See a pattern? Waiting!
You can’t blame me for hating A & E. Before I was 15 I was there 7 times, which is a lot. The first 5 times were justified by a GP sending me or a broken bone. But the 6th time I went for an injured foot, simple, X-Ray and whatever, to be told there was no break. Now if you go to a week after that, I got a call saying I had to go back to the hospital, my foot was broken. Well, now that I think about it, the 6th time was justified, BUT the 7th, well, why was it so hard to read an X-ray properly!
I also detest the kids’ A & E. It’s aimed at 5 year olds, full of screaming babies, and loud toys that they insist on playing with. There is one good thing in the kid’s area. A TV that plays some good shows, like [Never Mind The] Buzzcocks, but you can hardly hear it over the scratching sound of children chocking on the toys provided.
But if we forget the A & E, we end up with the wards; Rows of beds, in small rooms, curtains to divide people, weak TVs and noisy relatives. I had to spend a night there. The day I spent there, yeah, that was okay, recovering from surgery [on my broken arm] but the night before I had to stay in. As it reached 7.00 people started going, leaving the 8 of us on my ward, and 2 nurses. 5 of the people, furthest away from me, were quiet, I think they were long term patients, they all seemed really sick and quiet. The girl in the bed next to me, she was in for an operation too, we got on, but didn’t talk for long. As 7.55 arrived the last people left the ward, closing time was at 8, but a few minutes after this giant family came in, crowding the bed opposite me, screaming and laughing, they didn’t leave before 11. I still couldn’t sleep; the nurses were screeching as they played poker all night, it was hell.
But I guess, if I want this to be published, I better say something nice about the Health Service, no matter how long I wait, or how much they screw up, there is always a private hospital just down the road
But out of all the parts of the hospital, A & E was my enemy. You sit there, in a waiting room for hours on end, before seeing anyone. Next you are referred to someone special, more waiting. Then I’m sure there was more waiting for X-rays and stuff. See a pattern? Waiting!
You can’t blame me for hating A & E. Before I was 15 I was there 7 times, which is a lot. The first 5 times were justified by a GP sending me or a broken bone. But the 6th time I went for an injured foot, simple, X-Ray and whatever, to be told there was no break. Now if you go to a week after that, I got a call saying I had to go back to the hospital, my foot was broken. Well, now that I think about it, the 6th time was justified, BUT the 7th, well, why was it so hard to read an X-ray properly!
I also detest the kids’ A & E. It’s aimed at 5 year olds, full of screaming babies, and loud toys that they insist on playing with. There is one good thing in the kid’s area. A TV that plays some good shows, like [Never Mind The] Buzzcocks, but you can hardly hear it over the scratching sound of children chocking on the toys provided.
But if we forget the A & E, we end up with the wards; Rows of beds, in small rooms, curtains to divide people, weak TVs and noisy relatives. I had to spend a night there. The day I spent there, yeah, that was okay, recovering from surgery [on my broken arm] but the night before I had to stay in. As it reached 7.00 people started going, leaving the 8 of us on my ward, and 2 nurses. 5 of the people, furthest away from me, were quiet, I think they were long term patients, they all seemed really sick and quiet. The girl in the bed next to me, she was in for an operation too, we got on, but didn’t talk for long. As 7.55 arrived the last people left the ward, closing time was at 8, but a few minutes after this giant family came in, crowding the bed opposite me, screaming and laughing, they didn’t leave before 11. I still couldn’t sleep; the nurses were screeching as they played poker all night, it was hell.
But I guess, if I want this to be published, I better say something nice about the Health Service, no matter how long I wait, or how much they screw up, there is always a private hospital just down the road
Because there are too many people hurting themselves and getting sick and there aren't enough doctors.
If there weren't any doctors, we'd all be dead. Who cares if you have to wait an hour or two. Give it a rest.
Hello, My Name Is Asshole, March 7th, 2007 at 04:26:09pm
I've only been to the hospital to been born, but i went there to visit my brother when he had a near drowning.
It has such a dead vibe at hospitals.
It's so grey looking.
I'm glad they try and lighten the mood, but they don't do it well enough.
Stef., March 6th, 2007 at 04:14:27am
Haha don’t worry love the NHS is on its last legs anyway.
This Is A Crass Song, March 5th, 2007 at 06:36:54pm
Sounds horrible
I've never been to hospital in my life...well, not unless I was visiting someone.
I went to see my auntie in hospital and the queen drove past and waved!
No joke!!
EvilGiraffe!, March 5th, 2007 at 05:13:12pm
...I wanna be a doctor o.O
Lykwoah, March 5th, 2007 at 03:10:56pm