Sad and Angry
Read the rant behind the cut. I swear maybe once a year. This rant includes it.
Here then is a story about a person who will now be referred to as Doctor Fucking Wanker.
My best friends father, who I mentioned before had a bad attack on Wednesday. He waited two hours in ER, to be put into a ward that has no Palliative Care. The nurses were only allowed to give him 25 mgs of Morphine once an hour.
For 22 hours he was in agony while my friend's family tried to get him relief. My friend's mother works at a different hospital that deals with our soldiers. Here in Australia my family at least have found them to be excellent and wonderful in caring for those who fought for us. The point is she started to get the palliative care team to come over. Both hospitals have a reciprocal policy so this is legal by the by.
Dr Fucking Wanker stopped her saying he would arrange for this other father figure in my life to have a Morphine pump. Two hours later we find out the great dickless wanker has left without finishing signing the forms.
I am glad my friend's mother has the connections she does.
Instead of being in constant agony the rest of his life she was able to get the palliative team over and he spent the last two hours of his life able to talk to his fmaily before dying.
They were all there except for his sister who was on the plane from Alice Springs and his brother in law. No one could understand why he was holding on so long until his wife bent over him and said "She will understand why you can't stay. She will forgive you." He looked at her and said "Ok" then died.
I know about my medical problems, but not much about cancer.
I do know he was in agaony for 22 hours and that would be a large strain. If Dr Fucking Wanker hadn't been so fucking eager to leave for whatever bloody reason then perhaps my friends father, and yes, he was my bloody fucking friend as well, may have had a little longer. Perhaps only enough to say goodbye to his sister, perhaps more or less than that.
They are however going to investigate it with the Medical Board however.
I was told about his death on Thursday. My friend told me the details twenty minutes ago on the phone.
Excuse me if I am still in shock.
Xandria (extremely pissed {in the angry sense})
Here then is a story about a person who will now be referred to as Doctor Fucking Wanker.
My best friends father, who I mentioned before had a bad attack on Wednesday. He waited two hours in ER, to be put into a ward that has no Palliative Care. The nurses were only allowed to give him 25 mgs of Morphine once an hour.
For 22 hours he was in agony while my friend's family tried to get him relief. My friend's mother works at a different hospital that deals with our soldiers. Here in Australia my family at least have found them to be excellent and wonderful in caring for those who fought for us. The point is she started to get the palliative care team to come over. Both hospitals have a reciprocal policy so this is legal by the by.
Dr Fucking Wanker stopped her saying he would arrange for this other father figure in my life to have a Morphine pump. Two hours later we find out the great dickless wanker has left without finishing signing the forms.
I am glad my friend's mother has the connections she does.
Instead of being in constant agony the rest of his life she was able to get the palliative team over and he spent the last two hours of his life able to talk to his fmaily before dying.
They were all there except for his sister who was on the plane from Alice Springs and his brother in law. No one could understand why he was holding on so long until his wife bent over him and said "She will understand why you can't stay. She will forgive you." He looked at her and said "Ok" then died.
I know about my medical problems, but not much about cancer.
I do know he was in agaony for 22 hours and that would be a large strain. If Dr Fucking Wanker hadn't been so fucking eager to leave for whatever bloody reason then perhaps my friends father, and yes, he was my bloody fucking friend as well, may have had a little longer. Perhaps only enough to say goodbye to his sister, perhaps more or less than that.
They are however going to investigate it with the Medical Board however.
I was told about his death on Thursday. My friend told me the details twenty minutes ago on the phone.
Excuse me if I am still in shock.
Xandria (extremely pissed {in the angry sense})