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!
(a don’t stop till you drop production)