Just when we thought we were ready to bring J home from hospital the pharmacy forgot to deliver the discharge prescription to the ward (they have /one/ job), ;) so I walked over to what must be one of the most temporary and ugliest new buildings in the world. In reception it has a shiny plaque like in all hospital buildings, as if very proud of itself. It almost goes without saying that even when I picked up the prescription that there were three missing items. Some phone calls later, I left with only a partial solution. We’re so tired of having to get a doctor to reconfirm something because a pharmacist’s computer is saying “no” or a junior doctor has filled in a form wrongly. At least we ordered our own taxi, relying on hospital transport is yet another exercise in randomness (even been in the local news because of this, love this county). J is now reinstalled back at home, back in the charge of the local community mental health team, who we may be attending a meeting with this week. Mustn’t grumble, we’re lucky to have access to these people, but quite frankly I’m beginning to believe that these organizations are /not/ better than nothing, because at least with nothing you’re not tortured by the hope of useful support, or just something being straightforward. Another in/outpatient on J’s ward was also having trouble getting meds from the pharmacy today, and when one problem was solved the nurse seemed to think that this would completely absolve the hospital of the 5 hour wait this patient had (in comparison to this I think we were lucky). Then their transport was cancelled. Triggers. Anyhow, J and Lucy cat are very happy to be reunited with each other in the comfort of J’s house and her many books. :)
One day at a time.
(Thanks for reading)
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