3hrs - sat in middle of the road in the town centre in January with a badly injured elderly gentleman who’d fallen from his electric wheelchair. For 3 hours I knelt on the icy cobbles, in the middle of the road, holding the gentleman’s hand and checking his responses.
I had to even get other passers by to block off the road.
The injured elderly man was very frail, had sustained a head injury with an amount of blood on the back of his skull, was confused (possibly concussed and/or dementia), had diabetes (and was unable to do his bloods or take nutrition whilst stranded all afternoon in the road), and was incontinent of urine (catheterised). Whilst I was in the road caring for him his catheter bag reached capacity. To protect him from becoming saturated in his own urine and then it quickly freezing, I had to call to others to go into the Starbucks and get large paper cups. I then got people to form a ring around us with their coats whilst I emptied the catheter bag into a series of cups and got someone to pour them down the drain in the street.
This poor, bewildered, injured, fail man lay in the MIDDLE OF THE ROAD in the town centre for THREE HOURS! I called 999 eleven times. 😔
He survived. His niece got my contact details and made contact with me to thank me (not needed) and gave me updates on his condition until he was discharged and went into a care home. Such a lovely gentleman. Such a terrible, undignified way to spend some of his final days of his 90 years.