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To: Sif's Whinge Fest...

I don't know what I was expecting, really. If I'd thought about it, I'd have realised straight away that this is how things would be. I kind of thought that when I went to the GP yesterday with my scans, she'd tell me to go straight to the hospital, that she was ringing ahead, and I needed URGENT surgery. Well, that didn't happen, but she did refer me to a specialist at the hospital and had her admin fax over a request that they see me asap.

So, THEN I thought I'd probably get a call from them to come in and see the specialist asap... Well, that didn't happen either. So, this morning I ring to see if they got the fax, and find myself at the hospital switchboard, asking to be put through to gastroenterology, and find myself being put through to "out patient clinics". Eventually, I get a real person on the line, and she kinds of scoffs when I ask if they got the fax from my GP yesterday. She informs me they get hundreds of referrals a day, and yesterday's referrals will be processed today. Good, I think, then I'll get my appointment.

No, that is not the case. The information is put on a data which may appear on the screen of the specialists next week or the week after. From that point they assess how urgent my case is, and then I am allocated an appointment, which might be a month from now, or six weeks from now, roughly (or longer)...

OMG, six weeks before we even find out how long ther surgery waiting list is!!! If it takes six weeks to see a specialist in an outpatient clinic, how long will the surgery waiting list be? Two years???

The only way to fast track this is to go through Emergency again, this time equipped with the scans and recent attack...

I can't afford to end up sick in hospital like mum did, we just don't have that kind of support network. I'm scared, to say the very least.

Comments

Amanda O. said…
Erk... that sounds like such a screwy insane system! :? All that time to assess how 'urgent' you are... good grief, by the time that happens you could have gotten so much worse that what should hopefully be relatively simple to address could end up a lot more complicated/protracted/dangerous... far out! I really hope there's some better solution that ends up presenting itself that fast tracks things. :-( Otherwise might be worth another trip to the ER almost... :-/
Jen said…
You may have done this already Sif, but have you rang your gp and told them what the hospital has said. IF they are not assessing things until today and then the wait etc and the GP thinks that you should be seen more urgently than that then perhaps they can call on your behalf and push the process forward??
Spiralmumma said…
Shit..that sucks. I'd be doing what Jen suggested..

*hugs*
Stitch Sista said…
Oh dear :(. I've always thought our hospital system only support the birthing (urm kinda) or the dying best...everyone in the middle gets screwed.

Best of luck getting seen asap. And whine lots if you have to!

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