Post by Kiwi Frontline on Aug 2, 2021 11:51:04 GMT 12
TE HOSPITAL.
R K writes > It’s been a day or two, and let me say right here at the outset that before I start taking the peeeth, I think that doctors, nurses and ancillary nursing helpers are all angels and do the job of true compassionate professionals. They are fabulous people, salt of the earth. How they put up with the small minority of the public that abuse them beats me, and I saw a rude example of this just this morning in A&E where some young, arrogant no-hoper demanded attention and asked the orderlies if they were doctors...if not...f *** off....!!! They set an example for the rest of us and if we are going to have a two tier system of apartheid in this country then health care professionals should be the top tier. I don’t think many would disagree with that, apart from the Maori elite of course..
As you get a bit older, weird things happen and you can get a sudden rush of low to no blood pressure and faint on the toilet. They tell me this happens a lot to older folk and it did to me this week. You hit the ceramic tiles with such force in a state of total oblivion that your skull chips a bit of tile off and embeds it in your skull just before peeling back a big plate of hairy/bald skin. This is not much fun in your own home but when it’s at someone else’s it becomes a bit of an embarrassment. People don’t have you round for a cup of tea and a blood/body cleaning up session complete with sirens and ambos and neighbours staring out windows. A biscuit is far more civilised.
I did fancy myself as a bit of a Rambo or Bruce Willis action hero though, with a skull harder than ceramic tiles but I just know that the unkind will say it merely shows I’m as dense as two short planks.
I digress. So, for those unfamiliar with how it all works, here are some lesser known, handy tips;
When you enter a hospital you will find two rows of coathooks by the front door. The upper row is for your dignity and the lower row for your modesty. Leave them there and on the inside pick up a parcel of humility and a large bag of red faced shame and embarrassment.
A&E is a hell busy place but by the time you are wheeled in you are a bit oblivious to it all and you just lie there while they prepare your repatriation or your departure. After they have performed their amazing magic on you and wheel you into the observation section, you settle down for the night. Night time comes with its own set of operating rules. Here they are;
1/Dinner will be a sandwich and while that may not be exciting you will be so hungry after 24hrs of nothing you will devour it without removing it from the plastic container first. I had a relay of orderlies going backwards and forwards to the sandwich fridge and each one tasted like pheasant under glass on pate de fois gras even though they were just egg.
2/ they will turn the light off in your cubicle but the light in the ward just outside your cubicle will glow correspondingly brighter..all night. That is the rule.
3/ All orderlies at night must push a trolley to go anywhere. One wheel will be locked solid, two will have collapsed bearings and the fourth will have supermarket castor wobbles. There will be a tray dedicated to just touching, packed champagne flutes and loose marbles.
4/ sleep will be near impossible but when you have finally surrendered into blissful pain relief you will be woken up to see if you are still alive. Dead people can look like sleeping people and I would argue that most of the parliamentary benches contain the brain dead in spite of the constant dribble and other excrement that emanates from their mouths, esp those two mad hatters (and haters) in the Maori party. If you are found to be not alive you will be whisked down to the undertaking section where they have a lower priority on wellbeing and they don’t do sandwiches either.
5/ You need to be discharged in the morning before the orifice inspection team arrives, the bowel movement brigade and the unthinkably indecent treatments matron turns up.
So that’s it, but one other thing I did observe and am aware of. This govt has given literally hundreds of millions if not BILLIONS of dollars toward elevating Maori business, health and everything else and even spending tens of millions on Maori journalism and bringing more Maori lawyers thru the system so they can fight us on the treaty settlement beaches, the towns, rivers and lands.
While I was in there, in spite of watching dozens of health workers, I didn’t spot even one Maori doctor or nurse...!! Now given that you can be a Maori by having 1/250 drop of ancestral blood in you, I might not have spotted it, they were whiter than me, but every other race was there in abundance. Not Maori. Not obvious anyway. And these are the people that want their own hospitals and health system. Staffed by who..?? European or maori ‘technology’..? Who’s money..? It’s a sick joke.
Wouldn’t it be nice if this disgusting govt stopped promoting their own brand of tribal communism and devoted most of that money to bringing more Maori health professionals through the system, fairly and honestly in the same way that all the other doctors/nurses have to do...?
Then I think it would be a win win for everyone.
We have to do something people, and fast.
R K writes > It’s been a day or two, and let me say right here at the outset that before I start taking the peeeth, I think that doctors, nurses and ancillary nursing helpers are all angels and do the job of true compassionate professionals. They are fabulous people, salt of the earth. How they put up with the small minority of the public that abuse them beats me, and I saw a rude example of this just this morning in A&E where some young, arrogant no-hoper demanded attention and asked the orderlies if they were doctors...if not...f *** off....!!! They set an example for the rest of us and if we are going to have a two tier system of apartheid in this country then health care professionals should be the top tier. I don’t think many would disagree with that, apart from the Maori elite of course..
As you get a bit older, weird things happen and you can get a sudden rush of low to no blood pressure and faint on the toilet. They tell me this happens a lot to older folk and it did to me this week. You hit the ceramic tiles with such force in a state of total oblivion that your skull chips a bit of tile off and embeds it in your skull just before peeling back a big plate of hairy/bald skin. This is not much fun in your own home but when it’s at someone else’s it becomes a bit of an embarrassment. People don’t have you round for a cup of tea and a blood/body cleaning up session complete with sirens and ambos and neighbours staring out windows. A biscuit is far more civilised.
I did fancy myself as a bit of a Rambo or Bruce Willis action hero though, with a skull harder than ceramic tiles but I just know that the unkind will say it merely shows I’m as dense as two short planks.
I digress. So, for those unfamiliar with how it all works, here are some lesser known, handy tips;
When you enter a hospital you will find two rows of coathooks by the front door. The upper row is for your dignity and the lower row for your modesty. Leave them there and on the inside pick up a parcel of humility and a large bag of red faced shame and embarrassment.
A&E is a hell busy place but by the time you are wheeled in you are a bit oblivious to it all and you just lie there while they prepare your repatriation or your departure. After they have performed their amazing magic on you and wheel you into the observation section, you settle down for the night. Night time comes with its own set of operating rules. Here they are;
1/Dinner will be a sandwich and while that may not be exciting you will be so hungry after 24hrs of nothing you will devour it without removing it from the plastic container first. I had a relay of orderlies going backwards and forwards to the sandwich fridge and each one tasted like pheasant under glass on pate de fois gras even though they were just egg.
2/ they will turn the light off in your cubicle but the light in the ward just outside your cubicle will glow correspondingly brighter..all night. That is the rule.
3/ All orderlies at night must push a trolley to go anywhere. One wheel will be locked solid, two will have collapsed bearings and the fourth will have supermarket castor wobbles. There will be a tray dedicated to just touching, packed champagne flutes and loose marbles.
4/ sleep will be near impossible but when you have finally surrendered into blissful pain relief you will be woken up to see if you are still alive. Dead people can look like sleeping people and I would argue that most of the parliamentary benches contain the brain dead in spite of the constant dribble and other excrement that emanates from their mouths, esp those two mad hatters (and haters) in the Maori party. If you are found to be not alive you will be whisked down to the undertaking section where they have a lower priority on wellbeing and they don’t do sandwiches either.
5/ You need to be discharged in the morning before the orifice inspection team arrives, the bowel movement brigade and the unthinkably indecent treatments matron turns up.
So that’s it, but one other thing I did observe and am aware of. This govt has given literally hundreds of millions if not BILLIONS of dollars toward elevating Maori business, health and everything else and even spending tens of millions on Maori journalism and bringing more Maori lawyers thru the system so they can fight us on the treaty settlement beaches, the towns, rivers and lands.
While I was in there, in spite of watching dozens of health workers, I didn’t spot even one Maori doctor or nurse...!! Now given that you can be a Maori by having 1/250 drop of ancestral blood in you, I might not have spotted it, they were whiter than me, but every other race was there in abundance. Not Maori. Not obvious anyway. And these are the people that want their own hospitals and health system. Staffed by who..?? European or maori ‘technology’..? Who’s money..? It’s a sick joke.
Wouldn’t it be nice if this disgusting govt stopped promoting their own brand of tribal communism and devoted most of that money to bringing more Maori health professionals through the system, fairly and honestly in the same way that all the other doctors/nurses have to do...?
Then I think it would be a win win for everyone.
We have to do something people, and fast.