my grandad cant even take her out in the car as any bumps are agonising for her. it is getting really bad now and she has not been out for over 4 weeks. she used to stay in due to the embarrasement but overcome that and now its just too painful for her.
anyway on sunday morning she began having breathing problems (where here back is hunching over it is begining to cause her ribs to crush other organs) so my grandad dialled 999 for an ambulance. what turns up a f***ing mini bus because apparently only 3 ambulances are available in west essx on sunday.
when she arrived some jumped up doctor told her that she should of called her doctor! (so pleased i was not there) depite my nan explaining last time she did this he took 6 hours. then my aunty requested a scan only to be told we dont do scans on sundays, DONT DO SCANS ON SUNDAYS...what are people not allowed to be ill on a sunday?? after this she asked for some oxygen and some doctor told my aunt that she will have to wait as they dont really have time for this as they are under staffed!
then they ask for a wheelchair (thank god my nan has finally accepted she now has to be in one, she has amazing dignity) to be told that they dont just hand them out willy nilly. my grandad was speaking to an ambulance man and he said now for them to release one they have to put in £1 (like a trolly!).
what an absolute joke.
the thing also is she cant take the painkillers as they have side effects which are as painful as the disease.
i tell you what after that day if i ever get ill i may as well put a gun to my head. f***ing waste of space. whats the point of paying national insurance money for this joke.