It might be a good idea to make a flask and sandwiches for this post.......I wish I had before the day started.
GOOD news DD has been transfered to another hospital for correct monitoring. BAD news was to get there and sorted was the usual Coff33 chaos.
Morning - advised discharged - will do prescription to tied you over till to arrive at new hospital. Told not a transfer "as such" so start reducing your own 2 hourly meds from home you will be fine.
Mid morning - DD still waiting rings person responsible for detox. Told oh no you are not able to go there now as you been in this hospital for 6 days and so its all ok now and they wont fund it. So she would have to finish off at home despite health risk, fit risk, stroke risk. But they can arrange some support groups in a couple weeks! Told she was mistaken as she didnt have pancreatitis after all.
THEN a "detox person" told her it was perfectly fine to stop the meds as she wasnt on them long enough to make a difference! Yep JUST STOP. Unfortunately the fitting/seizures are nothing to do with withdrawal its to do with her cyst. Dont worry just leave now and make appointment for GP who will supply you with the meds we have still not given you and he will sort the head business out........just like that.
DD then flips at mother, no pain killers and no meds given as still waiting for invisible prescript.
Mother arrives. Plays hell pain killers and meds given. GP rings and I repeat that allegedly there was no funding for DD and no transfer arranged and she apparently has to cope it alone.
GP phones back tells us she has a bed its paid for by them and she is going in it. Tells them about cyst business and he sighs and reckons he aught to have another little word....
We are then making our way to other hospital with her records as requested via GP and told she needs no meds as it will all be taken care of.
Afternoon arrive at new place. Nice place, which I already know of. Freaks DD out bless them by sneaking cartons juice into her room, packs biscuits etc. Gives her a lovely dinner, ice cream even mother got ice cream lol and then another comes up with more puds. Cue DD in full on panic attack thinking she was being force fed due to the anorexia. No one told them bless them and of course they wanted to pamper and make her welcome and the usual understanding is that ppl on detox are usually starving.
Next panic. No meds since early afternoon so in pain, shaking and worried. GP comes, sees, is appalled promises we dont have to do all this on our own again from now on. Slow med reduction needed etc, health check, going to insist on MH support from now etc and get it moving. sorting head business on top of. Cue DD relaxing and trusting a bit more.
GREAT you think. Its then 7pm and yep you wouldnt credit it they dont have the meds in stock, they use different and GP was insistent a supply was sent with us. Cue major panic attack from DD whilst waiting for it to be sorted as she is now 6 hours without 2hrly meds. Poor hospital goes ballistic at other one and wouldnt deliver meds via taxi. Only by prescription to someone valid. Cue MEEEE then driving for an hour to go get the bloody things with DD in the car as considered it the best way was to keep her with me incase she fitted. Hell we were on our way back anyway....
Nearly midnight and DD has finally got into bed with pain relief and meds etc.
I am having a decent cup of coffee and starting to think when are we going to wake up from this nightmare lol