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Post by weaver1 on Nov 19, 2013 22:53:45 GMT
Around about now 5 years ago, I knew that I was having a mild heart attack. My third. Phoned the doc but as it was after hours was transferred to what I assumed was NHS 24. Answered all of the nice nurses set questions and at the end was told that a G-Doc would arrive soon. He did. Almost immediately he arranged for an ambulance to pick me up and transfer me to the nearest hospital. A scan and tests showed that I had had a heart attack and that angioplasty was the order of the day. Jumped the queue ahead of all the poor sods who had been waiting for days and was trolleyed along to the theatre.
Consultant, a really nice guy, arrived, introduced himself and explained what was about to happen. Not that he needed to because I had been there before - 5 years previously, when after heart attack number2, I had 2 stents fitted. As he started the procedure, I turned to the tv monitor to watch the instrument enter from my groin area and travel up the artery towards my heart. It didn't! Instead, a lovely nurse appeared and said that there was a little complication but that a technician was on his way. He arrived and although I have no idea what he was attempting to do, another nurse appeared and told me that the senior technician had been called to rectify a fault of some sort. He did arrive, but couldn't fix whatever was wrong. The consultant was most apologetic and explained that there was a fault in the equipment which prevented him from carrying out the procedure and that I would be returning to the ward.
The next day I was sent home and exactly a week later I had another heart attack and was back in hospital again. This time, the new stents were inserted without problem and I have had a new lease of life.
In retrospect, I now know that if the equipment had not failed on the day, then I would not have had another (4th) heart attack. A lawyer friend suggested that I sue the NHS. For what? A machine breaking down? No way. The people in that hospital could not have been kinder or more attentive and I wrote a letter to the hospital to that effect.
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Post by petersmyth1 on Nov 20, 2013 0:43:04 GMT
Weaver I'm sorry to hear about your "4" heart attacks. The majority don't survive the 1st so obviously fate says you need a new heart. Have you tried E-Bay?  |
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Post by weaver1 on Nov 20, 2013 9:06:18 GMT
Peter. As a man who wears his heart on his sleeve (me, not you), after reading your heart-rending post, I decided that you and I must have a heart-to heart talk on your heartlessness. It was hardly heart-warming to read, "Have you tried E-Bay?". I hadn't. However, having heard the expression "to have ones heart in ones Boots", I went down to Boots but was heartbroken when the assistant said, " Sorry. No. But you're a man after my own heart". I wasn't! I was heart searching yes but it was never my intention to steal someones heart even though I am a bit of a heart-throb. But I digress. Peter, unlike mine which I mentioned earlier was on my sleeve, I am sure that your heart is in the right place. However, in my heart of hearts, I have got to admit that when I read your reply, I took your comment about E-Bay to heart so much so that I make a heartfelt request, that in your next reply, please have a heart and spare me the heartache. Edit: Peter said "Have you tried E-Bay?" |
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Post by petersmyth1 on Nov 20, 2013 9:21:02 GMT
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Post by nob on Nov 20, 2013 9:40:26 GMT
Talking of NHS 24 my mates daughter did it on her days off, she was a bus driver.  |
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Post by weaver1 on Nov 20, 2013 19:26:38 GMT
Talking of Not Having Sex, 24 my mates daughter did it on her days off, she was a bus driver. I was talking about the N.H.S., ie the National Health Service |
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Post by nob on Nov 20, 2013 22:48:21 GMT
Talking of Not Having Sex, 24 my mates daughter did it on her days off, she was a bus driver. I was talking about the N.H.S., ie the National Health Service Yep so was I they shove anyone on the phones. |
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Post by weaver1 on Nov 20, 2013 23:08:16 GMT
Thanks for the tip. If I ever have to phone them again, as soon as she answers, I will say, "I know that voice. You drive the Number 17A To Princes Street.Is this your day off then or can I have a single ticket to A & E? On second thoughts, make that a return".
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Post by Ratae on Dec 8, 2013 10:14:09 GMT
To be fair, if anyone who'd just been knocked over by a bus being driven by a woman, had rang the NHS24 helpline, then Nob's daughter's mate was the lass they needed to speak to. Just saying like! |
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