Hospital Reports

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Gangrene in toe.

aobbard — Mon, 04 May 2009 14:52:44 GMT

Can anyone tell me what happens if a toe infected with gangrene in a 90 year old is left for over a month before it is removed?

This has happened to my father in law who is now in a London hospital having a third toe removed because it has spread.

In my nursing days an amputation would have been done well above the infected area and very quickly.

The toe was also seeping nasty fluid and left undressed on a surgical ward for 3 weeks. The whole ward smelt.

To be fair the blood supply to the leg was restricted due to a blocked artery in the groin which has now partly been dealt with. I am assuming that the reason for delay was because a wound would not have healed.

What I do not understand is why they have only removed the infected parts and why it was allowed to be left exposed? He was walking around the ward and it was oozing on to the floor!!

The staff were also uncaring and quite rude to visitors. He was also left for long periods with no pain relief. (he has 2 crumbling vertebrae)

I feel that Florence Nightingale would have turned in her grave!!!

Adrienne.

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Hospitals

mburke01 — Tue, 29 Jan 2008 22:08:19 GMT

My mother is in hospital at the moment. She went in on 12th November for a bowel operation. To cut a long story short. Two days later she suffered internal bleeding and they had to rush her into surgery again, and we nearly lost her. In intestive care she picked up C diff. I've been giving her probiotics secretly.She was then moved to a side room for some time , which was an admissions ward. With no physio, her lungs filled with fliud and we nearly lost her again, this time to respiritory failure. Now is is in a chest ward and has picked up MRSA in a wound. They are supposed to have a procedure but my brother has complained about nurses going from bed to bed with the same gloves( this could pass on any infections). I asked the nurse what the procedure was in cleaning the wound , and they just clean it with water. When they stepped out of the room , I sprayed the area with coloidal silver.Doctors were amazed how quickly the wound is healing. When I talk to any doctor or nurse they dont want to hear of anything else that may help.

I would like to see all hospitals clean wounds with colloidal silver.

Hospital Horror Story

Curly — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 12:13:05 GMT

My story began when I was induced to have my daughter who is now 5 and a half. I was suffering with pre-eclampsia and had to be induced, the birth was ok as I had an epidural. The nightmare began when my husband left to go home. I had a catheter fitted and a drip in my arm so I could not get out of bed, my daughter was in an incubator in the same room and kept crying and I could not get to her as I was left on my own. I had previously had an injection of Pethidine to ease the contractions and also an anti-sickness drug which didn't work, so after the birth I kept being sick, I could not reach any bowls so had to empty the water cup to be sick in and every time I moved or was sick I kept bleeding and had to keep ringing for help and all they did was change my gown and bedding and go away again, this was happening from early morning until early afternoon when they decided to get someone to have a look at me. A doctor came and said I needed to go to theatre to be stitched up as I had some internal tears, after all this I was left very anaemic my blood count had halved, it was 14 now it was only 7. I was taken to a ward around midnight but the next day was told my daughter needed to be in an incubator again so I was moved to a room on my own, I was very weak and very tired so a nurse told me to ask the night staff to look after my daughter in the nursery and when I did they were not very nice about it, one night nurse in particular had a go at me at every opportunity added to this the food was horrible, I developed an infection where I had been stitched which took from May until August to clear up, I suffered post natal depression which lasted for several years, just passing the hospital was a nightmare, every time I closed my eyes I relived some of the nightmare. I wish I had sued for negligence as it took years to get over the trauma.

hospital blunders

ingridkhan — Wed, 12 Sep 2007 06:10:22 GMT

I had been to visit my mother and also saw her GP who confirmed to me that my mother could easily live another 4-5 years, that she was fine apart from the dementia. she was still in her own home and I had organized a carer to live with her. I went home, only to return 2 days later due to a call that my mother was now in hospital where she had DIED! My fairly 'demented' mother had a fall at home and was taken to hospital on a Saturday in 05. It was explained to the admission people by the carer that she was demented. She was admitted. My mother was 89. Put to bed without any sides being pulled up (hospitals do not like to pull the sides up - interference with the privacy of the patient!), she fell out of bed during the night and broke her LEFT hip! Without the family/carer being contacted, she was operated on on Monday 8 a.m. and died the following Tuesday p.m.! Needless to say I wanted an autopsy done because I could not understand how this could have happened so quickly. The police confiscated the body. The autopsy revealed that she had 8 broken ribs on her RIGHT side.(a sign that she had not been examined on admission!) I was told that this will have happened when she rolled out of bed, hit the floor and kept rolling.... I told the very nice copper that that is so horrendously impossible unless the floor in the hospital went down hill....! I was furious and intended to sue the hospital for negligence. My lawyer told me that this was a very clear case of neglect. I went through the whole legal procedure only to be written to by the Courts THAT THERE WAS NOT SUFFICIENT EVIDENCE!!!!that this was due to neglect! Ingrid

Forum: Hospital Reports
Posted: Sep 11, 9:18 PM [GMT 0]
Post Subject: hospital horror
Post author: lweeks01

My sister, a young, very fit 40 year old, was rushed to A&E with severe abdominal pain, she had had appendicitis mentioned but her GP dismissed it, as she had been told the was no such thing as grumbling appendix. The nurse on duty recognised my sister was very dehydrated but as she couldn't insert drip said the doctor would do it. The doctor examined my sister, had x-ray done and then diagnosed constipation, she was then sent home with suppositries to use. Two weeks later after the GP telling my sister not to be a nuisance and wait another 3 weeks to see a colorectal surgeon, an aquaintance of my sister who happens to be a GP intervened as she had become increasingly poorly, my sister was admitted to hospital, to be told her appendix had burst on the night she had been taken to A&E. If it hadn't been for the intervening doctor my sister would have died. By the way her GP hasn't contacted her since! Oh yes, and my sister has changed GP and will be making a complaint to GMC as soon as records have been transfered.

Hospital Hygiene

jmbrodie — Wed, 05 Dec 2007 08:17:08 GMT

In all the talk about hospital hygeine no-one mentions the ward toilets. Three years ago I wrote an eight page report to the executive of my local hospital, after a two week stay ,about how bedpans with samples were left on the floor of the toilet for days, excrement was on the floors and walls and commodes, dressings and dried liquid spills were on the ward floor and under the bed along with fluff and other debris, beds were perfuctorary wiped over when a patient left and the same cloth used to wipe the top of the locker before another patient was put into the same bed, and the ward cleaner just dusted along the middle of the floor. Staff used the same surgical gloves and went from patient to patient without changing them.There were two toilets and handbasins for three wards of women but the door of one was off its runner and unusable.In a summer tempreture of 94Degrees, there was no shower other than one in the men's ward. I hope for some action but received only whitewash.

Recently I found myself in the same ward. The toilets were filthy, the door was still off its runners. The wards were now washed over but nothing principally had changed. The toilets were still filthy. A visit to the brand new hospital outpatients extension showed a floor dirty and stained. Nothing changes. meawhile we pour millions of pounds into treating MRSA and other conatagious diseases!

I suggested to my Consultant that self-cleaning toilet cubicles as we find in cities could cut down infection but his answer was that it was not likely to happen in his lifetime!

Until we tackle the basics, bottles of antiseptic wipes do no more than help protect the staff.

I have a dear elderly 84 year-old friend who, after heart surgery to replace an Aortic valve (succesfully and holding) contracted MRSA where they had penetrated the Femoral Artery for the heart investigation. Over a year later the 8" x3" wound in his leg is still not closed and he needs daily visits from the District Nurse to dress the wound. From a lovely, lively, full of fun old gentleman he has deteriorated into a shell of his former self.

That is the cost of hospital cuts.

jean bodie

Triage

swinterb — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 10:30:19 GMT

I went to hospital with a fish bone in my throat - swallowed when eating dinner at 8pm on a Saturday night. The NHS helpline told me to go to casualty, when I rang for advice. When I got there I was assessed - low priority as I wasn't having any difficulty in breathing, just some awareness in swallowing - I could feel the bone moving each time I swallowed. Various people came into casualty in front of me - the usual Sat night fighters, a drug addict, sick child etc. I waited patiently - then it appeared that there were no Doctors around - no one was being seen. On checking with the desk, I was advised that I would just have to wait until 9am the next morning when full staffing would be on again - I might possibly be seen that night. If I went home, I would 'lose my place in the queue', so I was advised to spend the night in the casualty area. By 2am I had had enough - I was tired and irritated. I went home and went to bed. The next morning I ate toast - it didn't move the bone, later I had jacket potatoe and beans - it didn't move the bone, and after that I had pasta shapes with olive oil and tomatoes, which shifted the bone. Hooray - nothing like a self fix. I did write a letter of complaint to the hospital - their reply was basically along the lines of 'well you left casualty, so we're not responsible'. The triage system does seem unfair - being low priority, there is always going to be someone else higher than me, and I may never have been seen.

MMR vaccine

lllaxton — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 09:32:47 GMT

I am a 58 year old female, and was given the mmr vaccine in July 2007 in an attempt to counter a lung infection. I think I was a bit of a guinea pig, but unlike babies, I can describe my reactions. 24 hours after the injection, I had very high temperature, standard allergic reactions, - swollen joints, face, and difficulty breathing. anti-histamine pills helped, but had to have high doses of steroids for 3 days to recover. After 3 days whilst the allergic reactions had quiettened down, I was feeling as though I had a cold, very stuffy nose, lots of mucous, but, feeling well, no viral symptons. Over the following months, I have had much increased mucous production, leading to disturbed nights whilst trying to clear my airways. I wonder if the same would be happening to infants, thus causing difficulty breathing, and associated problems.

Just the carpenter's son

Jennings — Sat, 06 Oct 2007 08:46:39 GMT

A daughter of mine when around ten years old had suffered from 'grumbling' appendicitis almost since birth but the pain was on the left side of her stomach which obviously made accurate diagnosis difficult. About 1968 she became ill with influenza and became dehydrated. It was during an Easter weekend. The GP who attended thought that the symptoms were simply a severe case of the 'flu but he must have been the caring type as her returned the following afternoon (Saturday) and expressed concern about her condition. He phoned the local hospital and a surgeon arrived at our house about an hour later and on seeing the state of my daughter cancelled a private patience's admittance and had my daughter admitted. He requested that he do exploratory surgery when it was found that my daughter was suffering from peritonitis and would have lost her life if this intervention by those medics had not occurred.

Regretfully, four years ago, at the age of 45 this same daughter, complained of having back pain and was given pain-killers. A couple of months later she was also treated for having an acidic stomach and had become quite unwell and lethargic. The GP (not the same one as above) was a nice and helpful guy but it was only when I expressed my concern, wondering if her symptoms could be cancer, that he sent her for tests only to discover that it was, indeed, cancer, which by now had reached an advanced stage. My daughter died 3 weeks later.

When I suspect physicians as being poor diagnosticians I roundly condemn them but I am equally aware that medicine, for all its advanced technology and pharmaceuticals, is not a science but more of an art but, there seems to be many among them who become blaze and arrogant, too readily ignoring the views of patients, make too many careless mistakes, and serve only to blight the good name of the profession. I don't wage war with the profession although have had plenty of causes to do so; I simply accept their limitations and faults as being the norm among us all in society except that theirs can be fatal.

Consider this: has anyone ever heard of a case of there being no beds available in hospices yet we do not believe that euthanasia is practiced in this country. Just circumstantial evidence, presumably?

If I have a grievance it is how the public view physicians as if they are divine and their word gospel when, in fact, they are like the rest of us, 'just the carpenter's son'!

ONE UNFORGETTABLE NIGHT.

agezuntymaidel — Sat, 06 Oct 2007 08:50:09 GMT

THE GHOST IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

THIS HAPPENED OVER 58 YEARS AGO I WAS A YOUNG STUDENT NURSE WORKING THE NIGHT SHIFT, 3 MONTHLY SESSIONS. THIS PARTICULARLY NIGHT I WAS ON THE FEMALE MEDICAL WARD WE HAD ABOUT 30 PATIENTS AND ONE YOUNG NURSE (ME) WITH HELP IN THE MORNING TO PREPARE FOR THE MORNING STAFF.

THE NIGHT WAS VERY QUIET AND NOT COLD IT WAS TOWARDS THE END OF SUMMER. ONE OF OUR PATIENTS WAS A MRS.B WHO HAD VERY SEVERE PSORIASIS SHE WAS VERY ELDERLY TOO.

I REMEMBER THIS LIKE YESTERDAY. AFTER WALKING THE ROUNDS AND SEEING EACH PATIENT COMFORTABLE IN BED ITURNED OFF THE LIGHTS LEAVING ONLY THE ONE ABOVE MY DESK. I SAT FOR A SHORT TIME FILLING IN THE REPORT AND THEN I WENT INTO THE KITCHEN TO MAKE MY SELF A CUPPA OF TEA AND DIGESTIVE BISCUIT. I TOOK A LAST PEAK INTO THE WARD AND ALL WAS AS QUIET AS A LAMB.

THE HOURS PASSED SLOWLY AND ABOUT 3AM I BEGAN TO NOD I DARE NOT SLEEP IN CASE SISTER CROWTHER CAME AND CUAGHT YOU NAPPING AND OH DEAR ME YOU WERE IN FOR TROUBLE THEN. MY LIMBS BEGAN TO STIFFEN AND I COULD HEAR AND FEEL EVERYTHING BUT COULD NOT MOVE AND SUDDENLY FROM OUT OF THE BLUE APPEARED A GHOSTLY FIGURE,COVERED FROM HEAD TO TOE IN A SHEET WHICH IN MY HALF SLEEP STATE LOOKED LIKE A SHROUD. "AWW!" I SHOUTED AND PUNCHED ON THE LIGHT SWITCH AND THERE IN FRONT OF ME WAS THE SMALL FACE OF MRS.B PEEPING OUT FROM UNDER THE SHEET!!!

"WHAT'S THE MATTER MRS.B, YOU NEARLY FRIGHTENED ME TO DEATH AND THE OTHER PATIENTS TOO","NURSE, I NEED SOME OINTMENT IT IS ITCHING TERRIBLY AND WHEN SHE REMOVED THE SHEET THE PSORIASIS PEELED OF LIKE FALLING SNOW. "ALRIGHT,DEAR, LET ME TAKE YOU BACK TO BED I WILL BRING YOU THE CREAM AND A CUP OF HOT TEA AND YOU WILL FEEL MUCH BETTER, I CAN ASSURE YOU.'PUTTING MY ARMS ROUND HER I SLOWLY TOOK HER BACK.

I APOLOGISED TO THE OTHER PATIENTS AND TURNED OFF THE LIGHTS. THE REST OF THE NIGHT WENT UNEVENTFULLY BUT THAT IS ONE EXPERIENCE I WILL NEVER FORGET.

health centres in barcelona spain

aliki66 — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 23:18:41 GMT

It was a lovely June day here in Catalunya as I strolled down to the Health clinic. I had an appointment with my GP to get the results of my blood test standard revision you know nothing serious. I entered the Health clinic and was searching in my papers to see where I needed to go when this old man does a flying sixer and doing so head butts me in the stomach with a full force of 90 or so kilos. I doubled over and with all his weight upon me hit the back wall thus fracturing my 2nd lumbar vertebrae. The medical attention afterwards was horrible with some nurse trying to pull me off the floor saying everything was fine! Meanwhile I am screaming at her to not touch me because I heard the crrrrrack in my spine and was in unbearable pain!!!!! She was saying "Don’t worry we are professionals here and the crack was your muscles contracting!!!" She continued to tug at me and I was pleading "No, don’t move me it’s my spine!!" Anyway they dragged me off to this room and left me there for three hours without bothering to ask me my name or whether I wanted someone to come and get me! Luckily I had my mobile phone and rang my partner and he came over and then we argued with the doctor for an hour or so, so she could give me a referral to get an X-ray!!! She was telling me the whole time that it was muscular and that when I was ready I should get up and go home and in two or three days the pain would go!!!!!! My partner took me to another hospital where they treated me appropriately and was then moved around in ambulances like I should´ve been in the first place!!!

hospital horrors

mnash — Tue, 11 Sep 2007 22:39:05 GMT

Seven years ago I an internal intestinal examination. The procedure had felt strange but was painless until an excruciating stab of pain led me to yell out, and I came out in a cold sweat and was shaking all over. At that point the camera was withdrawn, as absolutely no abnormalities were found.

Meantime I had been feeling absolutely dreadful for some weeks, and glandular fever was eventually diagnosed (in a woman of 61) and I was told to rest as much as possible.

Three weeks after that diagnosis, I discovered an egg-sized lump under my left rib, and was told by my GP that it was an enlarged spIeen. I was immediately admitted to A&E with a suspected damaged spleen after the pain I experienced during the earlier examination at the same hospital.

After tests, and answering many questions asked by the literally dozens of doctors who came to see me (because it was unheard of for a woman of 61 to get glandular fever), and to have such a large spleen which they all wanted to feel, I was eventually admitted to a ward.

Feeling absolutely terrible I was greeted by a nurse who told me "You have glandular fever. There is nothing we can do about it, so we will put you here, and do not expect to see much of us." I felt too awful to care very much, but had the feeling I was there under false pretences.

Two weeks later, and after dozens of inconclusive blood tests, samples were eventually sent off to the Churchill, Oxford, for 'more sophisticated' analysis. This led me to believe I may have had some sort of cancer. Non-Hodkins lymphoma was diagnosed after three weeks.

The ward was rather scruffy, but the toilet/bathroom was absolutely disgusting, with soiled bathstool, dirty paper and paper towels on the floor, sink full of grit and much. I told people on several occasions, and it got so bad that, ill as I was, I wanted my family to bring in some cleaning products so that I could clean it. After I complained somebody put a sheet of paper over the soiled bathstool, but soon after that too was soiled. I felt sick to have to go in there.

Perhaps the crowning part of the story was that while in the hospital with glandular fever and non-Hodkins lymphoma, I unknowingly contracted scabies. About three weeks after I came out, still weak due to the glandular fever, I got what I thought were a few mosquito bites. I gradually got more bites until after a couple of weeks I was covered in the most intensely itching spots I have ever had.

By this time I had to go and be tested to see if I would have adverse reactions to the Medazolam anaesthetic needed to perform a bone-marrow biopsy to confirm the non-Hodkins lymphoma. The minute test dose had me keeled over within 10 minutes , and I slept solidly for three hours in a hospital bed before they woke me up. The allergy specialist told me I had reacted adversely to the medazolam, and gave my scab covered itchy arms a cursory glance in response to my insistence that she looked at the rash which my GP had specifically requested the allergist should do. This allergy specialist diagnosed allergic response to mosquito bites, and for many more weeks I covered myself dutifully in thick white cream, and swallowed many pills in a futile attempt to lessen the itching.

Still itching dreadfully, but in all innocence, I had spent a couple of weeks touring France, staying in various hotels, and several days at a friend's home. When we got back to England I hardly knew what to do with myself as the itching was so intense, all over, and when I went back to the GP I was told the surgery had been informed that there had been an outbreak of scabies in the hospital ward where I stayed, and that I probably had scabies. It took many more weeks to clear up as by then I had encrusted skin and was completely covered in the dreadful itching spots.

Needless to say my faith in that allergy department, the nurses, and the disgusting state of the ward have led me to dread ever having to go in there again.

hospital horror

lweeks01 — Tue, 11 Sep 2007 20:18:18 GMT

Best Experience

Lesley — Thu, 05 Jul 2007 05:55:48 GMT

Was taking my granddaughter to see the Orthodontist. In and out in 10 mins.

I steer well clear of hospitals if I can.