There is a chap on the ward who can get out of bed and into a chair with just a bit of help to steady himself. He's got all his marbles and is happy to sit in the chair for hours. I just wonder why, when he asks to open his bowels, do the nurses bring a commode on wheels to his chair, leave him to "perform his duty" and then wheel it away, leaving a vapour trail heavier than that of a 747 behind it. Then they have the unenviable task of poop-scooping the commode afterwards.
Wouldn't it be logical to wheel him to a toilet and and back, preserving his dignity, general ward health and everyone's sense of smell?
It's just a thought
About Me
- Mark. The Inpatient In-Patient
- In 1977 I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. Over the last 34 years this has resulted in me spending many hours talking to doctors and many weeks in hospitals. I have seen many things during these visits, some good, some bad, some funny and some sad. These things have given me my sense of humour and sense of fairness. They have also made me realise that no matter how bad you think your lot is, someone has always got it worse. Someone suggested I write a blog about these experiences, so here it is...
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