Hospitals make me sick
In common with many people I imagine, I have a dislike of hospitals. I just don't like them, they scare me.
Last night I had the misfortune to spend a short period of time in Tallaght hospital with our eleven month old son Cillian - my wife Sorcha spent over six hours there.
Every day on the news you hear about the overcrowding in hospitals with people on trolleys, but it doesn't really hit home until you see trolley, after trolley after trolley lining every available wall space in the A&E, each with a sick person waiting for a bed.
What kind of country are we living in here?
What kind of muppets plan these hospitals?
Tallaght is a relatively new hospital, how could the half-wits in charge of planning and building it, have failed to plan for growing numbers of patients? Why didn't they just over state demand and if there were unused wards find another purpose for them?
My admiration for the nurses, doctors and support staff who do their best to work in attrocious conditions with people at their lowest ebb, grows every day. Those professions are indeed the highest vocation... bar none.
Postscript
I have to say that all the staff (bar one) that looked after Cillian yesterday were fantastic. But a little word of advice for the remarkably (in contrast to his colleagues) unpleasant male nurse we had to deal with. I apppreciate you have a tough, stressful job and I couldn't even begin to understand how you do it, but please be aware that when a parent brings their sick eleven month old child to a hospital they are both frightened, upset and probably tired. It doesn't take a lot to treat them with respect. Your ignorance upset them and tarnished an otherwise exemplary experience - if you're that unhappy find another job. Don't take out your bad mood on my family.
posted by Tom Murphy @ 11:58 AM
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