The doctors surgery

 Knee jerk reaction that to your misfortune, or is it theirs?

I have had my knee x-rayed, had it MRI scanned, seen the consultant who will be carrying out the operation twice and at each stage of this process the first thing I am asked to do is confirm my name, date of birth and full postal address which is let's say :-

Mr A Minty
21 Brewers Court
Dray Street
Manchester
M1 4DT

And how is said letter addressed:-

Mr A Minty
Brewers Court
City Centre
Manchester


Feckin wankers can't even get that right...

Got it, Minty for DT's. 

Yes, some of us do make an effort...

Well done Vince, I hadn't noticed that!

Adam Mint wrote:Got a letter from the hospital today relating to the pre-op for my forthcoming knee operation, letter reads as follows:-

Dear Mr Minty
At your recent pre-op for the forthcoming operation on your left knee the weekly alcohol intake you stated you consume relates to 32 units,  this is above the national guidelines on alcohol intake, it is therefore our policy to inform your GP of this and advise you contact her to discuss the issue.
Yours etc...


My reply to both the hospital and my GP:-

At least I'm sober enough to know it's my "RIGHT KNEE" that's f####d, and I ask that you confirm in writing that on the day of the operation you will be carrying out the surgery on the right one, that's the "RIGHT" one.
Yours etc...


What a feckin bunch of wankers...

sorry I had too laugh.

Adam Mint wrote:Annie's at the hospital three o'clock again today,,, nothing to do with her, her dad, she's asked for a meeting with all parties involved as neither seems to know what the other is doing,,, he was told he was ready for discharge about two weeks before we went on holiday, and that was the 13th Nov, so that was about six weeks back, Annie spoke with a good care home near to where she lives as he ain't in a state to go back to his assisted housing flat as yet, they said going by the condition Annie described him to be in they would be prepaired to accept him but needed official reports through the hospital/social services/care worker, Annie speaks to all of them before we go on holiday and he was meant to move to the home on the 12th Nov but that didn't happen, socials and care worker say hospitals not supplied paperwork, hospital says they have, care homes getting sick holding space for him, Annie's pissed off phoning them every day, been going round and round in circles going nowhere for weeks now while here dad sits is a so called much in demand hospital bed with no actual illness other than old age and a bit confusion due to the infections he had,,, so Annie took the bull by the horns and asked for a meeting with all involved...

Possibly just as well the meetings in a hospital...

Adam Mint wrote:Just had one angry Annie on the phone from the hospital, meeting goes on for a hour going over and over the sane points/issues again no again,,, eventually it's more or less decided that the care home is the best place for her dad, but the care worker who it would seem her hands he is in at the moment because it's the "care department" that oversee the assisted housing flat he lives in at the moment wants to see him (if he's to be moved to a care home that's the "social departments" job),,, So off they trott to the ward, the conversation...

Care worker: We're looking at moving you out of the hospital where would you like to go...

Dad: Home...

Care worker: He wants to go home, why not let him...

Annie: He don't even know where he is, every time I visit he gets up to go and buy me a drink from the bar,,, he just sits looking in to space, ain't communicating, how's he meant to manage with four visits a day to feed him, he needs 24 hour care...

Care worker: I'll look in to him having his visits extended to a full half hour...

Annie,: And what about the other 22 hours...

Annie calls over a nurse and asks her to explain what her dads doing night and day...

Nurse: He gets up, goes walk about, we don't know if he wants the toilet, we get no answer when we ask, oh and he's  still a bit incontinent...

Annie: So you would be happy with him wandering around in the block of flats where he lives like that...

Care worker: The fact he says he wants to go home I'll have to discuss the case with my boss...

WTF

Adam Mint wrote:Got more of the story after Annie got home, care worker actually asked him "would you rather go in to a care home or your own house,,, this was after a hour of discussion around whether he was in a fit enough  state of mind to go home, and the conclusion around the table was he was not...

WTF

Adam Mint wrote:Update on Annie's dads situation ref posts  633, 635 and 639 on Tuesday, Annie gets a phone call from the "care worker" yesterday, shes discussed the case with her boss and they've decided the best place for Annie's dad would be a care home, (well what a surprise that is),,, then the care worker goes on to say she'll be phoning the "social worker" whose job it is to organise the care home on "Friday",,, a four day wait to make a feckin phone call,,, and what prompted my post today,,, This:-

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Well, the "social worker" wanted a meeting with Annie's dad, then to further discuss the situation with Annie the care home and hospital staff,,, the meetings were arranged for today, Annie's just texted from the hospital, surprise surprise they're going to move him to a care home,,, the one Annie spoke to about two months ago when the hospital said he was ready for discharge and who said they would be happy to accept him,,,,,,, but let's not count the chickens just yet,,, the social worker has to discuss funding, and that won't happen till the next panel meeting which happens to be next Tuesday,,, so her dad will sit in one of these so much needed hospital beds for another week...

So it's looking as if it's going to take something like a total of 9 to 10 weeks for the authorities to finally rubber stamp her dad moving to the care home,,, something Annie basically set up to happen within two days of being told he was ready for discharge...

To many people getting paid to much for doing feck all, absolute shambles...

He must be puking with all that hospital crap food by now...

He's still in lala land but improving slowly...

Annie sneaked him in a can of Guinness on Christmas Day, ain't that lala! he  soon wanted another one...

Have they decided whats actually wrong with him?? If he's slowly improving, it can't be dementia, can it? Also, am I correct on presuming the best way from Manchester Airport to the city centre is by train? ( saving the environment here by posting two questions on the one page! )

They say it's delirium, they ruled out dementia sometime back, think it was when they thought he'd had a stroke, they carried out tests then...

Yip train, but check with someone at the station, the first one to leave may not be the quickest, direct one takes 10 to 15 minuets, but if you get one that goes round the sticks it can take 30/40 minutes...

There is a tram service now but that takes 45 minutes, do you know where your staying yet as it could be the case the tram passes the hotel door...

Travelodge Great Ancoats St. Think we will get the train in. Its only a 10 min walk to the hotel from Piccadilly

Yip, train, and as you say 10/15 minute walk from the station,  then a minutes walk along from the hotel is my local and two minutes around the corner from that the Angel...

Oh dear  ,,, Hic..........

oh feck!

YOU FAT bar steward > YOU FAT bar steward. No, not Roy Chubby Brown, ME. Went to see the lovely Thelma my health advisor at the surgery. 4 weeks ago I was 96kg, today 101.3kg.   Jeez, 5.3 kg more! And that was after being a good boy and cutting out half the sugar and salt, eating fecking bananas and apples every day, brown bread and drinking fecking water instead of coffee and beer.   Just to add to my misery she insists I do more exercise and stop smoking and to help with that end she has given me some nicotine spray. You may find it causes hiccups at first she said, yeah, so does drinking on an empty stomach........ 

take note

Update on post 683, Annie's dad...

Well since last Monday the social worker calls Annie to say the care homes been in touch, there's a problem, it's been that long since they assessed Annie's dad they've had to destroy all record of it under the data protection act,,, So they have to go to the hospital and assess him again, again what a waste of time, all the hospital reports say he's improving, can't they feckin read,,, well anyway that done all Annie's waiting for now is the "panel meeting" due to take place yesterday morning (Tuesday), in the days leading up to the panel meeting Annie is bombarded with phone calls from the social worker asking questions about her dads finances, Annie answers what she can, but informs the social worker she went through all this when her father was being moved in to assisted housing so they already have the information on file,,, but the phone calls continued...
So yesterday from midday on Annie's calling the social worker to find out what's happening, All she's getting is an answering machine, eventually about four o'clock she gets an answer,,, the fundings been approved (same set up as his assisted housing, Annie's dad pays so much, social pays so much), Annie asks when will you be looking at moving him, "Now, I'm just going to arrange transport" is the reply,,, it's taken them 10 weeks since her dad was declared fit enough to leave hospital and now it's alarm bells and flashing lights... So Annie sets off from work to his house to get some of his belongings to get him innitally settled in to the care home, she arrives at the care home, he ain't there, she phones the the social worker, given the time she's surprised she gets an answer "Ah, there's been a problem, I can't find my boss to get the paperwork signed off",,, she then got a phone call from the hospital about two hours later to say her dad wasn't getting moved,,, they'd had him sitting ready to go,,, feckin shambles...

It happend today, Annie's at the care home at the moment...

Christ and I thought our health service was bad!

Glad to hear he's at the care home now though!

what a f mess. Annie must be very annoyed as I would be. Glad he is at the home now but i feel there will be more from you Adam I am sorry to say.

Ey the lad can yap 

Somebody want to translate that...

Feck sake.I did not have glasses on when I read that thought it said "Annies Dead". just about to go to the poets bit and leave me rip