If you intend to visit this hospital then bring supplies and be prepared. A bed, cleaning materials and a ton of patience.
If in the rare case that you get admitted, check out the local funeral... more directors before entering. (Always better to do this before admittance)
My love affair with Treliske started around 2 and a half years ago when I visited the Accident and Emergency department at 2am after waking with bad neck pain, being violently sick and passing out. On arrival I was greeted by Receptionist who welcomed me with half a mouth of food and a crooked half smile.
After waiting my turn at reception, I heard a grunt. ''NAME' I gave my name, shortly followed by a grunting, 'WHAT'S THE ISSUE'
I explained and after handing over some more details, she then promoted me to sit down with a finger and another grunt.
I took a seat with all the other soon to be victims and looked up at a screen and seen that the wait was an hour and a half.
I can do that I thought to myself, apart from Peppa the pig, so far things are going well. An hour and a half wait, get some pain relief and a possible indication to what's going on and on my way.
Surely, I'll be another happy customer of the NHS service.
Within 30 minutes of waiting, amongst the other happy faces the nurse called me through to a small room
After 5 minutes doing the various observations I am told to sit back down and I'll be seen within the hour. (She was alright, and although stressed she seemed to do her job)
Time soon past and after waiting for 2 hours I stumbled in agony to reception to ask Peppa how long would it be.
Luckily, the grunts had stopped and, albeit a short one, I managed to have a conversation with her (Guess she had finished her food)
She then explained while giving me direct eye contact and a eerie long gaze that it wont be long with no indication to how long.
I taken my seat and was just about to abandon all hope, go home and double dose on some old codeine that I had in the kitchen cupboard, get some sleep and try to ignore the problem as much as I could. At that moment in time, my bed was a far safer option than A and E. To be honest, Syria was probably safer than AnE.
Then, just as I am about to leave, I hear my name called.
Hallelujah, I imagined angles and a mist of smoke with a healthy doctor immerging with a clip board and wearing a smile.
What I got was an morbidly obese monster of a man. This doctor must of been 20+ stone (I have nothing against morbidly obese people, but alarm bells ring when the guy who is in charge of my health can't deal with his own)
I sat down with him in the same room the nurse seen me in.
No investigations were done and asked if I had taken pain relief. I said yes, some paracetamol and ibuprofen.
He then dismissed it as being nothing to worry about and follow up with GP.This man (Mr W) was the rudest person I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. He was pouring with sweat, greasy hair and unwashed. He had the social skills of a slug and no compassion or regard for my symptoms.
I then left the hospital and planned on taking pain relief when I got home. I knew I was not right and drove home only to have an accident at 6am on a Sunday morning after briefly passing out while driving back. I was fine and managed to get the car back but could've been avoided.
That was the start of it. Still under investigation, symptoms have worsened. GP and Treliske and terrible with no end in sight. I now pass out regularly and live in chronic pain. Being passed from pillar to post often waiting months to be seen, then seen by rude and trainee doctors. Not something I expected in my 30's. Cheers Treliske, another happy customer.
Typical NHS under staffed, under funded. For the 21st century its 3rd world standards are poor. Who would have thought we was once the greatest country in the world, and without our health we have nothing.... more No need for a bigger better hospital or infastructure we will just build more houses. Great idea