Where is Joyce?

jmcquown wrote:

But even there, I usually respond to posts via
email - Facebook sends me an email every time someone posts on the RPCA
group, and I can comment on the post just by replying to the email.

That would drive me insane. I had a FB account very briefly. Now, I'm
not talking specifically about the RPCA group but I was getting emails
every time someone I knew posted *anything*. I get enough email as it
is (and I don't mean spam). I had a heck of a time figuring out how to
turn off all those email notifications (and I'm pretty good with
software). Then they changed the software and I started getting emails
again. At that point I simply deactivated the account. It was too
annoying.

Ah yes, the sudden (and frequent) changes without any warning or explanation.

I don't use notifications for most FB posts, just RPCA. And all of them go
into one folder (called, oddly enough, "RPCA"). I filter all my email into
folders according to which email list, or other source, it comes from. So my
regular inbox doesn't get flooded with emails from everywhere. Nonetheless,
I have 700 emails in my inbox awaiting responses. I've read them all, but have
saved them for one reason or another.

At any rate, I'm glad you're okay.

Yep, everything's fine!

--
Joyce

May the great galactic kitten always purr you to sleep.

Christina Websell wrote:

"Lesley" wrote:

I can sympathise with all the problems around the hospital stay. Dave had
to deal with a nurse who threatened to hit him if he asked for pain relief
again-

!! This particular nurse didn't threaten to hit me, but merely refused,
like she had to pay for it herself! I guess she'd never had need for pain
relief herself.

Some people are really moralistic about pain meds, and act like you're just
using the drug to get high or something. I've even heard of terminally ill
patients being kept on a lower dose than needed of narcotics, because they
"don't want the patient to become addicted." The patient *isn't going to
leave the hospital alive*. What difference does it make, other than easing
their agony?

When he was first in there, every patient was tucked into adult nappies at
the start of the night and encouraged to use them rather than ask a nurse
for a bedpan- there's never enough staff on at night or for that matter at
the weekends- I once said to the sister "Do they assume people only really
get sick 9-5 Monday to Friday?" and she said "Don't get me started"

I believe you. I was catheterised because of not being allowed to move but
saw patients in my ward ringing for bedpans and being ignored and
eventually having to wee or poo in their bed. The nurses don't mind
clearing it up but the patients do. Because it makes them ashamed.

Not to mention that it's just plain disgusting.

--
Joyce

May the great galactic kitten always purr you to sleep.

"Christina Websell" wrote in message
...

Yes, somehow they have a belief that paracetamol is mostly all we need.
It's great for headaches but not so good for a broken sternum and ribs (my
neck didn't hurt at that point and my back didn't hurt too much either.)
But once I had my spinal op, I needed morphine which I was allowed to have
every two hours, but no this nurse would make me wait and waitd make me wait
and wait.

Tweed

~~~~~~~
I would report this to the doctor. If you are permitted to have medication,
the nurse has no right to override doctor's orders. What the nurse did was
abusive, and it would benefit future patients if reported.

MaryL

"Bastette" wrote in message
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Christina Websell wrote:

"Lesley" wrote:

I can sympathise with all the problems around the hospital stay. Dave
had
to deal with a nurse who threatened to hit him if he asked for pain
relief
again-

!! This particular nurse didn't threaten to hit me, but merely refused,
like she had to pay for it herself! I guess she'd never had need for
pain
relief herself.

Some people are really moralistic about pain meds, and act like you're
just
using the drug to get high or something. I've even heard of terminally ill
patients being kept on a lower dose than needed of narcotics, because they
"don't want the patient to become addicted." The patient *isn't going to
leave the hospital alive*. What difference does it make, other than easing
their agony?

When he was first in there, every patient was tucked into adult nappies
at
the start of the night and encouraged to use them rather than ask a
nurse
for a bedpan- there's never enough staff on at night or for that matter
at
the weekends- I once said to the sister "Do they assume people only
really
get sick 9-5 Monday to Friday?" and she said "Don't get me started"

I believe you. I was catheterised because of not being allowed to move
but
saw patients in my ward ringing for bedpans and being ignored and
eventually having to wee or poo in their bed. The nurses don't mind
clearing it up but the patients do. Because it makes them ashamed.

Not to mention that it's just plain disgusting.

--
Joyce


Yes. I don't know what Dave's ward was like, but mine was set out not as a
long ward with beds each side, but as a corridor at the side where the
nurse's station was, with 5 bays (6 beds in each) off it. This was because
it was a mixed ward (m&f) so the sexes could be segregated.
Ward 17 is an orthopaedic trauma ward, specialising in spinal injuries, but
there were quite a few very elderly with broken hips (often with slight or
not so slight memory problems) which caused them to ring for the nurses a
lot. They'd ring to ask "has my daughter been today?" or "have I had my
breakfast?" Now the nurses could not see which bed was ringing from the
corridor as the bell went off at the end of the bay.
Plus there were never enough nurses to cope IMO. Spinal patients are
immobile and very vulnerable but a lot of their time was taken up by the
demands of the very elderly hip patients (who should have been moved to
another ward soon, but were often not)
I would improve this (if I could) by having a ward just for spinal injury
patients with one nurse to 2 or 3 patients 24/7 including weekends.
It's just so awful staring at the ceiling and noting the dead flies in the
light fitting all day and being rolled every two hours day and night. I
thought "if I don't recover from lying in bed, I will try and kill myself"
Anyway I have recovered fairly well, so I'm not considering that now ;-)
My right hand is still partially paralysed and that is difficult. I'm right
handed. I can't write very well at all and I can't knit or sew or even
change my TV station on the remote with my right hand. Now that is
serious:-)
But I *did* dislocate and break my neck and other bones and didn't seek help
immediately. I always think "It's not so bad, I'll sit it out and it will
improve"
I only went to hospital in the end because there was a dent in my skull.
Which proved to be minor in the scale of things.

Tweed

"Bastette" wrote in message
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Jack Campin wrote:

"Bastette" wrote:
Hey, I'm here! *Thank you* for the nice comments.

(not from Jack, btw!)

I haven't been reading
the Usenet group much lately, and it's true that I've spent more time
over on the Dark Side. But even there, I usually respond to posts via
email - Facebook sends me an email every time someone posts on the RPCA
group, and I can comment on the post just by replying to the email. It
gets posted in the right place.

Nah. Admit it, you really got shut in somebody's garage while
scrounging for half-eaten burgers in the middle of the night.
Happens to all of us.

Haha! Nothing quite that interesting, I'm afraid. It would be funny to
report that I was shut in someone's garage, and Smudge plus a few friends
came and rescued me a week later.

I seem to have a shorter attention span. FB is good for that because
there's a high image-to-text ratio, and posts are usually short. I hope
it's just a phase, though - I don't want to turn into someone who can't
express ideas that take more than 140 characters.

--
Joyce

Jack does not "take my posts" and there are two reasons. I objected to him
private mailing me once saying I was hiding my address. But more than that
I slammed him about not getting his cats spayed/neutered and he got a boy
killed on the road, wandering for girls.

Boyfie got lost as a teenager, un-neutered. Luckily he didn't get run over
by a car.
I got him the snip and he's the happiest cat in the world.
He feels no need to go wandering for the girls. He likes to stay near his
house pretending to be a rat hunter and then he goes up to his bedroom.
He sometimes get a rat, but it has to be a small one. The big rats here
challenge the terriers that can kill "anything"
On a rat hunt (sorry, it has to be done) a huge rat took most of the nose
off the terrier, but she didn't mind and killed him. Terriers love to kill
and don't mind if they get hurt in the process.

"MaryL" wrote in message
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"Christina Websell" wrote in message
...

Yes, somehow they have a belief that paracetamol is mostly all we need.
It's great for headaches but not so good for a broken sternum and ribs (my
neck didn't hurt at that point and my back didn't hurt too much either.)
But once I had my spinal op, I needed morphine which I was allowed to have
every two hours, but no this nurse would make me wait and waitd make me
wait
and wait.

Tweed

~~~~~~~
I would report this to the doctor. If you are permitted to have
medication, the nurse has no right to override doctor's orders. What the
nurse did was abusive, and it would benefit future patients if reported.

MaryL


It's pointless. She will say "I told her to wait for the drug round" which
was allegedly coming in the next hour. and took two hours, which when you
are waiting for pain relief is a whole lot of time.
I will never forget her and one day I hope she needs it herself and is
refused.
Having said that, most of the nurses were brilliant. Only two were not.
It was a bad time.

"Judith Latham" wrote in message
...

It only takes a couple of bad to cause suffering. Sometimes I think
they're sadistic control freaks.

Yes, there did seem to be an element of that in those two.

It certainly was an awful time for you. In fact you've had an awful year
so far as has boyfie.

2014 didn't start well for either of us I'm afraid. But he is absolutely
fine now, like it never happened. I'm improving - had a day at the seaside
last Tuesday with my Senior Citizen's Playgroup. They borrowed a wheelchair
for me and mainly I pushed it in front of me. I only sat in it three times
for maybe 20 mins at a time the whole day. I had three willing pushers, one
of whom lost her husband a couple of years ago and was used to pushing a
wheelchair, and she was very alert to notice if I was flagging and didn't
want to admit it. "You can hardly pick your feet up now, get in that
chair!"

Living in the centre of England as I do, going to the seaside is a real
treat.
We had fish & chips & mushy peas of course. I had a lovely day.
Boyfie was not best pleased though. He had to wait until 8 pm for his 3.45
teatime. I left the door open so he could go in and out all day and he was
waiting for me, giving me the evil eye "what time do you call this??"
He scarfed up his meal and disappeared outside in a huff.

He recovered from his bad mood to come in for 10 pm sprinkles ;-)
Talking of which, he has some new ones. Made in Yorkshire by Harringtons.
"Prebiotic for healthy digestion: Taurine for healthy heart & eyes:
Cranberry for urinary tract health: Omega 3 for supple skin & glossy coat.
no added artifical flavours & colours says the box.
He loves it. He's on the second box.
www.harringtonspetfood.com

I like the idea that it's produced by a small company in the UK that have
been producing good pet food since the 19th century. I never found it
before but now I have I'll keep him on it for his 10 pm tablespoon or two
of dry and ditch the GoCat.

He would like to eat dry all the time, I suspect he was used to it wherever
he came from but boycats can have a problem with a completely dry diet, so
he gets wet food (and just a sprinkle of dry at 10 pm because I know how
much he loves it)

Tweed







Purrs for the rest of the year to be really good for
you both.

Judith

--
Judith Latham
Stourbridge, West Midlands. UK.

On 7/12/2014 2:51 PM, Lesley wrote:
I appreciate when someone told you they don't want to go to church on account of being an atheist it is not acceptable to then preach the gospel as one nurse did to Dave

After my mother was practically bedridden I found a geriatric practice
with doctors who would make house calls. There were regular nurses who
came by between appointments. Also also physical therapists who would
come in and help her do some basic strengthening exercises - without
getting out of bed.

One of the therapists spent her entire visit talking about how we (my
mother and I) *really* needed to attend the church her husband had just
founded. I was rather offended by this for several reasons. First of
all, while Mom was not an atheist she was also not a regular
church-goer. (I must have been about six years old the last time she
took us to church.) Secondly, it should have been patently obvious a
bedridden patient was NOT going to jump out of bed and go to this
church. She needed assistance getting to the bathroom. Leaving the
house? That wasn't going to happen. Lastly, garnering new members for
her husband's church was not the reason the doctor had her come over. I
called the medical practice and said I'd appreciate it if they'd send
someone who wasn't going to proselytize.

Jill