For those who don't know, our lass has been in hospital since the start of June. She has been discharged twice, but was readmitted after eight and four days respectively. She has had a longstanding diagnosis of depression with psychotic episodes but this has recently been changed to something that I'm not prepared to discuss yet.
Her oldest friend said that I could write a book about our experiences so here are a few of the completely true things that have happened over the last four months.
Dorset has an out of hours helpline for people who have mental health problems called the Connections Team. They aren't very good. The first time that I had dealings with them they advised her to drink hot milk and honey to help her sleep. That obviously didn't work and the police picked her up at Bournemouth coach station.
There was the time when she was having an episode outside and the Connections team were on the point of sending the police to Section her on the street. However when I finally managed to persuade her to go home they accused her of care seeking and put the phone down on her. She did another runner and ended up at the police station. The police took her to a friend's house and a few hours later they called an ambulance.
The most recent one involved being on the phone to the Connections Team half the night. At 0715 she ran out of the flat and they told me to phone the police. I did but they weren't interested as she was just standing outside so I phoned for an ambulance. The ambulance arrived at 0745 and she refused to get in as she thought it was a fake ambulance. The ambulance phoned the Connections Team and they said, and I kid you not, can you phone back after 0830 when the Home Treatment Team get in? It was a Friday morning, pissing down with rain, and a one way street with lots of parked cars and nowhere for traffic to get past the ambulance. The ambulance crew phoned the police and the WPC who had picked her up from Bournemouth coach station was the one who took her, me and a paramedic to A&E.
After assessment in A&E she will be transferred to the Acute Medical Unit before going to St. Ann's in Poole, or once to the Forston Clinic outside Dorchester, as was the case back in January. I've mentioned elsewhere how she spent four days in a side room in Bournemouth AMU where she wasn't washed, didn't change her clothes and was wearing a five day old sanitary towel. She was in no condition to help herself and on an almost empty ward none of our heroic NHS staff could be arsed to help her. I was only able to visit her on her last day there because of COVID restrictions, and I have to wonder what other inappropriate behaviour they got away with using that excuse. Her next stay was at Poole AMU, and again she was in a side room, and had a nurse sat with her 24/7. Poole hospital were bloody wonderful. Her last stay was at Bournemouth AMU and this time I read the lazy bastards the riot act when she was admitted.
She was admitted to St. Ann's from Poole at midnight on a Friday. At 1100 on Saturday our lass phoned me from St. Ann's. "Can you bring my meds in?" "Why?" "They don't have any."
She put me on to a nurse who told me that they didn't have her meds in the cupboard and that the pharmacy was closed on a weekend. So yes, I had to head over to a hospital that doesn't do medication on a weekend.
Have you made your local MP aware of what has happened to your other half in terms of NHS treatment?