I am a miserable old sod, and I will be the first to admit that I neither take fools gladly, nor do what my darling wife tells me to do and see things from the other person's point of view. Tough!
It is an open secret that I was not at all impressed by the standard of care given to my father by either the NHS or Social Services during his final illness, and that generally I think that in recent years, like so many other bits of society, the caring services (so-called) have become a bit of a shambles.
Noela Mackenzie, aged 87, and the oldest member of the CFZ, is presently an in-patient on
Capener Ward at the North Devon District Hospital, and I am afraid that there is one thing I really do have to share with you all...
... The staff there are bloody marvellous.
Even in my most bipolar mood, when my blood sugar is low, and there is every reason for me to continue being a Grumpy Sod, I cannot fault anybody on that ward. They have been kind, compassionate, helpful and informative, and always seem pleased to help.
The staff on the ward where my father spent most of his last two weeks on earth were horrible, unprofessional scum. And I was afraid that I would be faced with that again. But I am glad (and very pleased) to say that I ain't.
Credit where credit is due, and Capener Ward deserve the credit!
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This just goes to show that miracles can happen once in a while.
I am not referring to Jon's change of attitude towards the NHS.
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