The recently headline grabbingly shit hospital in Stafford
has been shit for a number of years.

I woke up on the Friday before my wifes birthday, felt dog rough and called in sick to work. When she got home, the light of my life insists that I call our GP. The GP asks some questions and diagnoses appendicitis. She says go straight to the hospital and in the meantime she would fax a letter with her diagnosis to the hospital to short cut sitting around in A&E for hours. (it being a Friday night and all)

I am delivered to A&E and told by the everso polite receptionist to sit down and wait my turn. "But my GP has faxed a letter across" "I don't care, sit down and wait your turn" My wife has to go to the station to meet friends coming up for her birthday.
A&E fills up slowly.
I crawl across the floor to the loo to be sick. Time passes in a fever dream. My wife comes back - "What are you doing here? - You should be in by now." She remonstrates with the receptionist. I am sick again. An orderly picks me up and puts me on a trolley and says "We have the letter from your GP, the consultant will be along in a minute to confirm its appendicitis and admit you"

I am thinking even if it is not appendicitis I am really fucking ill.

I am wheeled into a cubicle and time passes.

More time passes and I eventually croak loud enough to attract someones attention. The doctor sees me, sticks his thumb up my arse, says "Yes, it is appendicitis, we will operate tonight". Time passes. I am wheeled somewhere and smacked up to the eyeballs.

I wake up the next day feeling a bit better and a smiling consultant says, "You were very lucky, we got it out just in time, it was about to burst".

It turns out that from arrival to being seen was about 6 hours (depsite the diagnosis of the GP saying I should be seen urgently) and they left it another couple of hours before cutting me open.

To add insult to injury, after a couple of days when I was on the road to recovery, and after a particularly memorable night when some old farmer in the bed next to me spent the night moaning and crying out in pain "If I was an animial I would put me out of my misery" they would not let me leave until I had a shit.
Cunts.
Moral of the story?
Don't live in Stafford.
Its shit.
The hospital is particularly shit. If you are ill drive or get an ambulance to take you anywhere else. Really, anywhere else (even Wolverhampton or Stoke).
(Littlesirjohn sprung up his head and so amazed them all., Sat 13 Mar 2010, 0:14, 2 replies)

Hmm. Stafford Hospital is shit, eh? Great news!
My sex offender ex-husband lives there! He can't stay healthy forever!
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 13 Mar 2010, 15:02, closed)

I keep on meaning to start
an online pettiion to get a big electric fence built around stafford as it would make the world a bette rand safer place...
(Littlesirjohn sprung up his head and so amazed them all., Sun 14 Mar 2010, 20:10, closed)