It’s New Year’s
Eve and I’m sat in Café Nero in Egham which is where it all began (sort of).
On the 4th
December I was sat here noodling on the net, nursing a coffee and listening to
the jazz. I opened up a blog account and then when I went home put in the first
entry.
Seems a long
time ago.
Didn’t have
a clue but since then I’ve learnt how to use a computer better, discovered
fonts (try webdings and wingdings, go on-you have them too), had a load of fun,
met a lot of people and got my message out to a fairly select band. Lots more
to do. More people to speak to.
I finally
got the report into my misdiagnosis but only because I registered a complaint
with the Care Quality Commission. They told me they would contact St. Peter’s
and within 2 days I had a phone call, within a week I had the report.
I wrote a
lengthy reply which has not been acknowledged or answered – I’m used to that by
now.
To my horror
I discovered that it was a consultant who failed to notice that I had a
dislocated fracture and that initially that very same consultant was appointed
to investigate my complaint. Later another consultant from A and E took over
the investigation. Not surprisingly, he decided that other than a “period of
reflection” and some training, no action needed to be taken.
The hospital
delayed 5 weeks in sending me the report, which meant its recommendations had
been put into effect before I saw it and so I could have no influence on them.
Although I had
tried to have an input into the investigation – I was not contacted.
Meanwhile someone
who couldn’t spot a broken ankle on an X-ray is dealing with really serious
stuff every day.
Well, if you
think I’m going away, think again.
If you think
I will rest while anyone else is treated in the same way that I was, think
again.
2012 has
been a really tough year, the worst ever but I wouldn’t have missed it for
anything.
Roll on
2013, a fighting year for me!
I hope all
of you have a Happy New Year!
Neil Harris
(a don’t
stop till you drop production)
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