Thursday, 20 October 2011
I arrived on the ward yesterday at 12 noon. I got a bed and some pain relief at 2.30. I got fed (to some extent) at 5pm.
At 9pm, 9 hours after admission and 6 hours after I started asking, I got a jug of water and a glass. Bearing in mind the heat and the dryness in here, I have never ever been so pleased to see a jug of water...
What concerns me most is: what if I hadn't been able to ask? Would I have had to wait until 8am when they bought round the fresh water? 20 hours with no fluid intake won't do anyone any good, let alone someone already unwell...
There has been stuff in the paper recently about patients dying of dehydration... I can now say I truly believe it!
Seriously, turn the heating down 2 or 3 degrees, that's all you have to do!
It was so hot in here last night I thought I was going through the change. No relief from the heat other than wobbling round to the bathroom and wiping a cool flannel over your face.
Combine that with the pain and I managed about 2 hours in the end.
Woken up by the staff removing my jug of water to fetch me a fresh one. Thus followed 30 minutes of dry mouthed hell. So so dehydrated...
Doctors came round this morning and told me I am dehydrated and need to drink more!