You have NO IDEA the week I’ve had. I am still dealing with the awful problem in my house (I will do a post on that at some stage, but atm it’s too traumatic), we are in lockdown with the Pandemic, and both my parents are acutely ill. Why now, God, why now?!
As I’ve mentioned, my Dad started with severe nausea on Tuesday which ended that evening in acute diarrhoea which was ongoing two days later. During Thursday night it was so severe he didn’t make it to the loo, bless his heart, and the stuff was everywhere. So I went on Friday to strip and change the bed, scrub the carpets, boil wash the towels and deep clean the bathroom. The poor bloke couldn’t even take a sip of water without then spending 15 minutes on the loo
My brother went to get him some Imodium from the supermarket. You usually take 2 tablets and the diarrhoea is sorted. No such luck. Despite taking 5 tablets throughout the night last night he still couldn’t even sip water without explosive poop. He now hasn’t eaten, and has barely drunk anything, for 4 days. And he’s 80 years old.
I told my Mum to ring the GP first thing this morning, but it was closed. CLOSED during a fucking killer pandemic!!! The answer machine told her to ring the non-emergency 111, which she did at 9.15am. She was placed on hold for 2 hours then the line simply disconnected. So she had to start all over again at the back of the queue.
Two hours later she was, again, disconnected. FFS. I went through to town to sort the situation as I could tell she was getting really stressed and worried.
I fill out the form on the 111 website, which tells me my Dad urgently needs to see a GP. No shit Sherlock. WTF did it think we’d been trying to do for the past 5 hours?! I fill the form out again, this time lying that my Dad was bleeding from his rectum when he pooped. That, thankfully, allowed me to request a ring back from a Doctor.
A really nice GP contacted me at 4pm and said he needed to see my Dad but we were given strict instructions. The windows had to be wide open to allow air flow. My Mum and I had to stay in the lounge and he would see my Dad in the bedroom. He would speak to me via the mobile phone.
While we are waiting for the GP to arrive I ask my Mum why she is still wearing her nightie at 4 o’clock in the afternoon, as she’s always dressed by 9am.
“Because I’m uncomfy” comes the reply.
“Uncomfy where?” I ask.
“Y’know” she goes red, “down below” and looks down at her foo foo.
“Is it itching, burning or sore?” I ask.
“All bloody 3!” she tells me.
“I need to have a look” I tell her.
“You are NOT looking at that!” comes the reply.
“How long has it been going on?”
“Oh, about a week” and she is only telling me this now?
She has had 4 courses of antibiotics and a course of strong steroids recently for a COPD exacerbation so I assume she has thrush. I ring my Brother and ask him to go to the chemist and get me some Canesten cream and a Canesten pessary. “No problem” he says.
A bit later he rings me. “The Pharmacist won’t give me the Canesten because Mum is over 60. She needs to see a GP.” People are dying in their beds and even they can’t see a GP, and he thinks my Mum should request an appointment for fucking fungal cream?! I ask if my niece can go to another chemist and pretend the cream is for her. Which, bless her, she does but apparently the Pharmacist is not happy and practically wires her to a lie detector before he’ll give her the drugs. It’s fucking fungal cream, not Methadone! I wouldn’t care, but in some places you just buy it off the shelf and don’t even need to see the Pharmacist. Or at least you used to be able to…………..now, you have to line up just to look at the Boots website and I am number 256,321 in the queue 😲
While all this is going on, the GP arrives in full hazmat including mask, gloves and apron and makes my Dad wear a mask he’s brought with him. He thinks my Dad has developed Diverticulitis and has a bowel infection. I’m personally not convinced and think it might be Colitis, but time and response to treatment will tell.
After examining my Dad he strips off his protective kit, puts it in a hazmat bag, ties the top and leaves it on the landing for me to get rid of “in 3 days time”. Look, pal, the bin men come on Monday so it will be going in their van on Monday! My Dad is then given strict instructions to only drink clear fluids for 48 hours and if he’s no better to see his GP on Monday morning. Only of course every sick person in a 50 mile radius tries to ring the GP on a Monday morning and you are often on hold for an hour only to be told there are no appointments left. Somebody shoot me.
The moral of the tale is, do not get sick at the moment. If you get Covid-19 you aren’t even allowed to ring 111 or the GP, and if you get sick with something else you are allowed to ring 111 or the GP but physically can’t get through. So there is basically no health care available. Just so’s you know.