I'm sorry to say this but not all nurses are angels.
When my dad got ill he was taken to the local hospital. First ward he was in was fantastic. Staff understood care of the elderly and their needs.
He was then sent to a rehabilitation ward at Stobhill Hospital.
This ward had "nurses" who, quite frankly, were there to make up numbers.
While in there my dad had two really bad falls, didn't eat in the most part, lost nearly all of his belongings. I was told that this was not their concern and we should put his name in his clothes, which we had. My mum was told that she needed to provide him with replacement clothing - they are pensioners.
Now what made the first ward (with less staff than the second) able to cope better than the second? Attitude. The professionalism shown shone through. The second ward decided to terrify my mum on more than one occasion by telling her that my dad would be sent to an old folks' home that was so out of the way it would take her nearly 2 hours on a bus to visit him. When asked I was told that the doctor in charge only visited on Tuesdays and no visitors were allowed then so no, I could not speak with him.
To be honest it was so bad I complained (and in the complaint letter I noted the wonderful staff of the first ward should perhaps train those in the second to have a heart.) My dad ended up so ill, the second fall resulted in a broken hip, he went back to the first ward but it was too late. I know he would have only lived maybe another year or so at most but the second ward fast-tracked my dad to death. Pure and simple. Don't tell me those nurses were stressed or understaffed any more than other wards that manage.
They complained my dad had struck out at a nurse. He was in so much bloody pain, had dementia, I actually asked the nurse if this was the first time she had dealt with the elderly. I got so damn angry that they would act like he was this nuisance. They obviously knew very little of dementia and how it makes people act. Again, the first ward mentioned, didn't moan at us, mentioned at the start of his visit that he had done that when they were trying to examine him but said it was expected and they were trying to find out what the initial illness had been.
Add to that the fact that on numerous occasions I would go in to the ward and my first job would be to change his sheets, clean around his bed (including a milk spill that had evidently been there for a few hours). Plus the other people in the room (4 beds) told me on the two occasions he fell that he was lying there for some time before they were able to get someone to come and even then he lay on the floor for a while more.
It was notable that the medical notes were accidentally left on the bed after he was transferred back and the second ward lied outright about his injuries.
I began to train as a nurse but decided it wasn't for me. I've been in wards and there are two types of nurse. The ones that really are dedicated to caring for others and the ones who like the kudos of saying they are nurses.
One of the great taboos. Mustn't criticise the nurses. That is how they get away with it.