As a Parish Minister, part of our remit is to visit Church members who are hospitalised.
Once, in an orthopaedic ward in one of our larger, very busy, not over compassionate staffed, Infirmaries, I came across T…..
He went on and on about how appalling the nurses were. The junior doctors were clueless most of the time. He had to wait for ages to get washed in the morning, there being insufficient facilities in this large “Nightingale” ward. The food was poor, and lukewarm by the time it arrived. And so on. Moan, moan, moan.
He said that, when he was discharged, he was going to write to the CEO of the NHS Trust to complain, criticise, comment negatively.
I told him that his letter would be passsed down the line, and he’d receive a generic reply that effectively would say nothing.
This was followed up by my saying that “You don’t have a leg to stand on”…………
……. and as I said it, immediately realised that he was in the orthopaedic ward ———————————-having a double amputation.
Do you sometimes wish that the floor would open and swallow you up?