I’ll try & tell this as quick as I can…
At work one day with a bit of a blocked nose I tried to clear the snot with an almighty blow, it didn’t clear but I was now short of breath.
So after walking down the high street & back it was clear something was wrong so I called NHS direct. As soon as I mentioned shortness of breath & chest pains THEY called an ambulance.
Upon me walking out to the blue lighted wonder I was asked where the casualty was, when I told them it was me they weren’t impressed & took me to A&E. There after about an hour I was seen by a lovely young doctor who to my relief discharged me, happy I was ok I went to walk out, but then turned & asked what was wrong with me, he said in a condescending voice that I had indigestion & all would be well. I took a cab back to work & excused myself & went home to bed.
I got up in the morning still feeling short of breath so called into work & then called the GP. The GP said I should go back to (the local) A&E & wrote a letter requesting an x-ray, so I walked the mile back home & got in the car & drove to the nearest A&E, waited a few hours & they took me in. An hour or so later with me walking about getting coffee & chatting to others the x-ray came back & the doctor put it on the light board. All I remember from then is the word CRASH, being wheeled to the A&E theatre & the doctor saying there was no time for anaesthetic, asking me to lean forward & then gaining access to my collapsed lung & inserting a drain.
Two weeks later I got to go home from the hospital, and waiting for me at home was a questionnaire from the first A&E asking me to give them my experience with them.
I’m sure you guess the response…