Just over 8 years ago I was hospitalised with a bleeding stomach ulcer.
The majority of the the nursing staff were absolutely brilliant - although one that gave me a bed bath in my first day on ward, made me feel more like I was a horse being given a rub down !
I had to have a blood transfusion - all was going well until the change of shift to night duty. One unit was up and nearly finished when to my horror, I heard my name yelled from the other end of the ward by not just one of the nurses, but the night sister, yelling out my name and saying why hadn't she been told I was having a transfusion and complaining that she was too short staffed to do it !
Thankfully, one of the agency nurses came and changed the unit and kept an eye on me for the rest of the night.
When one of the nurses on day shift asked me how I had slept, I mentioned it to her and she fetched the day sister who asked if I wanted to make a complaint. I said I did so she dealt with it - that same night sister was not seen for the rest of my stay.
One of the other patients who had been on the ward for several months said the same night sister was really lazy - she used to come round at the handover(briefly) and that was the last anyone saw her until morning - apparently she had been seen sleeping in one of the empty beds (with the curtains closed around it) and also used to "borrow" books and magazines from patients lockers and sit reading them in any corner she could find. Because of the design of the ward, if the rest of the staff couldn't find her, it was supposed that she was elsewhere on the ward or she used to appear, saying she had been called to another ward.
My complaint was the final straw - not so much because of her disappearing acts but because she had breached data protection by calling out my name !