Skip to comments.Hospital patient so shocked at dirty ward she climbed out of bed to clean it herself
Posted on 07/02/2009 9:21:30 AM PDT by rightwingintelligentsia
After 12 years cleaning care homes and private houses, no one is better qualified than Tereza Tosbell to say whether a room is spotless.
So hospital bosses should take heed of her opinion after she spent four days on a 'filthy' ward.
The mother-of-one said during her stay there was a single, brief visit from a cleaner who left dusty curtains, dirty bedframes and a messy floor.
Disgusted at the conditions, she grabbed the antibacterial fluid dispenser at the end of her bed and some hand towels from the bathroom.
She then set about cleaning her four-bed ward, at one point dropping to her hands and knees to sanitise the floor as she dragged her drip trolley behind her.
'It was shameful to see how sloppy the cleaners were while I was there. I was not prepared to put up with such conditions,' said Miss Tosbell, a 48-year-old divorcee who was admitted to Colchester General Hospital in Essex with an abscess in her neck.
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So I doubt these conditions are confined solely to the UK and their NHS, but I have a feeling they'd only get worse here in the U.S. under Obamacare.
Was she arrested for her efforts?
Can’t you see the kind of workers we will get for our hospitals if Obamacare passes? They know they don’t have to work.
The thing to do at that point is to demand to see the head nurse, and have your visitors demand to see the head nurse. If that doesn’t work, call the administrator’s office.
It’s Scotland and it’s socalized medicine... complaining there would be like complaining at the DMV here
You should have used your napkin. How is your lack of hygiene the fault of staff?
sorry correct scotland to read england in my prior post
Three words, if you want good care...
Non union hospital. Hard workers go home tired and the slackers are fired.
I would expect a union grievance at the very least....
First Doctor: Get on parade! Come on! We haven't got all day, have we? Come on, come on, come on. (the patients painfully get themselves into line) Hurry up ... right! Now, I know some hospitals where you get the patients lying around in bed. Sleeping, resting, recuperating, convalescing. Well, that's not the way we do things here, right! No, you won't be loafing about in bed wasting the doctors' time. You - you horrible little cripple. What's the matter with you?
1st Patient: Fractured tibia, sergeant.
First Doctor: 'Fractured tibia, sergeant'? 'Fractured tibia, sergeant'? Ooh. Proper little mummy's boy, aren't we? Well, I'll tell you something, my fine friend, if you fracture a tibia here you keep quiet about it! Look at him! (looks more closely) He's broken both his arms and he don't go shouting about it, do he? No! 'Cos he's a man - he's a woman, you see, so don't come that broken tibia talk with me. Get on at the double. One, two, three, pick that crutch up, pick that crutch right up.
1st Patient: Aaargh!
First Doctor: Right, squad, 'shun! Squad, right turn. Squad, by the left, quick limp! Come on, pick 'em up. Get some air in those wounds.
Second Doctor: (to camera) Here at St Pooves, we believe in ART - Active Recuperation Techniques. We try to help the patient understand that however ill he may be, he can still fulfill a useful role in society. Sun lounge please, Mr Griffiths.
Well, excuse me. I was sick because of the anaethestic and the food wouldn’t stay down. Plus it’s not all that easy to eat in a neat and precise fashion when you’re horizontal and full of pain meds.
But it’s not really about me—I just included the anecdote to illustrate that it’s not only UK hospitals that have this problem.
“Obamacare-coming to a hospital near you, soon”.
Next non-shocker: Cancer-victim doctor, being “treated” in a 4 room ward, found it necessary to climb out of bed, grab nearby stethascope and medications, and treat his other 3 inn mates.
Coming to a hospital near you.
I was talking to rightwinginteligensia.
I’ll name names:
St. Francis Hospital, Peoria, Illinois, 1990.
When I was wheeled into surgery and was waiting for the anesthetic to be administered, I couldn’t help but see the dust bunnies along the walls.
A surgery room!
A joke. Sheesh.
Sorry; I thought you might be an aggrieved hospital aide. ;-)
Next day, same old same old. I went to head of both NH/hospital and complained.Voila! The bath became shiny clean and smelled of lemons instead of urine.
How crazy is it to have to go to the Director of the whole operation to get anything done?
uncaring dir. of nursing home (she was underling of Dir over both hosp./nh.It is a crisis of irresponsibility and lack of pride. No one is supposed to have to work for pay. Just hand it over to them, no matter what!
Or you might say, “it’s an open forum and that you will address who you damn well please”.