Hospital Fiasco part 2

Last weekend, Pat started complaining that he felt unwell and he got worse and worse so I took his temperature and it was sky high (for the first time in ages, my ovulation-testing thermometer was coming into use again) and back we went to the hospital and he was re-admitted because of an infection which could possibly be peritonitis. And it was like the weekend 2 weeks previously, but I was more worried and more exhausted. And the locum-stress was there again because the locum I’d booked was due to finish the next day.

I had a bit of extra stress because on the Monday, Pat was extremely ill and our vet nurse had the day off so I had to cover reception from 2 to 6.30. Our receptionist had previously said - "if there’s anything I can do - and I mean ANYTHING, let me know." So I asked her whether she could come back on the Monday and do the last couple of hours on reception so I could go the hospital - and she refused. This in itself was annoying, but if she couldn’t, she couldn’t. But between 4pm and 6.30pm when she was supposed to have been busy, she came back 3 times!!! Once to show her son the tortoise we had in, once to collect her glasses and once to get her keys (ALL complete emergencies - NOT!) and each time she stayed for about 20 minutes so in the 2 hours when she was too busy to help me, one hour of it was spent at the practice anyway - I was FUMING!

Sorry, but it really annoyed me.

Anyway, things have settled a bit and the locum was able to stay on, so not too bad. (I’m now having problems with the vet nurse and some missing petty cash money, but I intend sorting that out tomorrow.)


Pat is now home and a lot better and I pray that this time, he heals up OK and can go back to work at the end of this week.