MissAdventure
The poor old soul next to me shouted all night. Literally all of it.
One of the side ward patients got up all night and was agressive, shouting, coming into the ward where I was, threatening with his fists.
I had liver failure amongst other isues, and one of the main things they do is flood your body with laxative to flush out the toxic waste.
So, every night i was more than desperate for the loo, and buzzing for either a walking frame, or a bed pan.
They just ignored the buzzers, but i had a catheter, a drip, a mastectomy wound leaking pus, constant oxygen, antibiotics and a few other wires on me, all tangled and in a big lump attached to the cot sides.
They never just came.
They either shouted at me and said "come on! There's nothing wrong with your legs!"
I just couldn't get out of the bed.
It was totally humiliating.
Oh that is terrible, poor you.
Back in the day when matrons ran the wards, every thing seemed to run ship shape.
Night nurse would have a light on low & talk in whispers.
None of this bellowing down the ward.