Burton Hospital
On Friday, my mother got taken in to Burton Hospital. She had an operation a few weeks ago (I won't go into the details other than to say it wasn't life threatening). Everything seemed to be going fine but on Friday night she wasn't feeeling well so I fetched her home from work and then my Dad later took her to the hospital. Essentially, where she had her operation is now infected quite severely. They have put her on an IV with Anti-Biotics. Seems to be getting better but they reckon she'll probably be in for a week or so...great news, just in time for Christmas!
Hospital's are a depressing place. The Emergency Assessment ward is one step removed from God's waiting room. There were a couple of people dying/dead in the short period that my mother was in that ward. You would think that staff would be able to sort things out a bit better though. Common sense would tell you that a dying person's family would not appreciate having to walk to the bottom of the ward, passing all patients and their relatives to get to their own relative! Why not put that person by the entrance to the ward? That way, their family wouldn't have to run the gauntlet of stares from gawpers...
Anyway, the sooner my mom is out the better...just heard that 2 people in Staffordshire have died from a strain of MRSA...my mom is still waiting for her blood test results as the labs don't work at the weekend...!
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