The other night I had an anxiety dream. I had to drive someone (I think I know who it was) to the airport, and we had half an hour. The signposts were misleading and we finished up on the wrong road. We could see the airport so doubled back and tried again, reading the signs carefully. Same result tried again, wrong road, took the alternative road and finished up getting lost, tried a totally different route, which passed the airport but not into it…and time was ticking away….
Adam is still trapped in limbo land at the hospital, rehabilitation cant take him because he has a tracheotomy, the hospital ward is not geared up to provide full rehab, proposals for alternative centres are going through committees and panels and nothing happens. We have family meetings, nothing happens, we have an
other meeting, but staff have been moved round and nothing happens, we have another meeting and only one person turns up that we have not met before. We have only spoken to his consultant once for 10 minutes. He has a new registrar and we have never spoken to her…..and time is ticking away.
The complaints department, contacted over three weeks ago has sent a letter and a form for Adam to sign, nothing else.
One shining light is Adam’s occupational therapist who is doing her very best to provide as much support as she can, but it is still short of what he needs.
So we have escalated to senior level and director level in the NHS trust in the hope that someone with the ability to change the situation will listen to us.
The complaints department, contacted over three weeks ago has sent a letter and a form for Adam to sign, nothing else.
One shining light is Adam’s occupational therapist who is doing her very best to provide as much support as she can, but it is still short of what he needs.
So we have escalated to senior level and director level in the NHS trust in the hope that someone with the ability to change the situation will listen to us.