Hi there,
I've just spent a wretched eight and a half hours at the epau.
My appointment was at 9.30am. We had to go through confirming address and date of birth and everything again. Then waited to see the sonographer. She confirmed that the pregnancy wasn't viable. Then we had to wait quite a while to see a doctor.
At 11am, we saw a different doctor to last time - but language was even more of an issue this time. She didn't understand a blinking word I was saying (I have a regional accent, and was upset). Neither me nor my partner understood everything she said - it was more like we were picking out odd words and trying to piece them together.
She was rude and dismissive. Without explaining anything, she said - You know your options? What do you want to do? So I said I wanted to do the medically managed thing at home.
She told me I didn't fit the criteria, because I lived too far from the hospital. We said, err, no, that's what we want to do. (We actually live 10 mins from another hospital, but for some reason fall into the catchment area for the hellhole that's 40 mins away from us.) So she shrugged and said, OK. So I filled in the consent form, and she took a blood sample. This all happened within six minutes. During which time she also took a call on her mobile and held up her hand to stop me speaking.
A nurse then told us that the pharmacist did not call in their area until 2pm, so I'd have to wait until then to get the medication. So my partner and I went for a walk, and went back at 2pm.
We waited about an hour, and then a new nurse (who was lovely) told me she'd have to take another blood sample because the first one hadn't been marked up properly - basically, the handwriting on it wasn't good enough to identify it as mine and so the technician had to bin it. So she took another sample (my veins aren't very prominent, so this one had to come out of the back of my hand).
Then we waited and waited, and at about 4.30pm, the lovely nurse came and told us that the letter that should have gone from the doctor to the pharmacist had been sent to my GP instead, so she needed to track down the doctor and get her to write another letter so that the pharmacist could release the drugs. She suggested that we go for a coffee - but right enough for today - the till in the coffee shop was broken, so we couldn't get anything.
Then we came back and waited again, and finally at about 5.30pm, on a public ward with just a curtain pulled around us, the nurse explained what all of the medications were for, how they work and what I could expect.
She was extremely kind and patient. But I was beyond frazzled at this point. I was just whimpering. And anyone within 15m would have heard exactly what was going on.
Anyway, they've given me an antibiotic pill, anti-sickness pills, co-codamol - and the drug that should make the miscarriage happen. It's called Misoprostol. There are four of these tablets and you have to push them inside your vagina. I wasn't expecting that. The word "tablet" to me means something you take orally. Never mind.
So, my question to you guys is - it's now 7pm. Would you take them now? Or wait until tomorrow morning?
And Teaandhobnobs, I wasn't aware of the campaign (this was my first pregnancy and it only lasted 8 weeks). But count me in for it. The RSPCA would have you locked up for treating a dog like this.
I don't get how the UK is a rich, developed country - and this can happen. To me, it's quite simple. If you have no compassion (and some people just don't), don't work with patients.
I've met a couple of lovely professionals through this experience. But the whole system stinks to high heaven. Because of this hospital, and experience that was always going to be distressing has actually been horrific.
We all need to be on a soap box - and I'll get involved in the campaign, if that's what MN needs to make this BS better. I didn't think it could get any worse, and then it did.