Malnutrition

Today I am going to tell you about malnutrition, as a Labour MP has raised the subject. 4 years ago, just over, I was in hospital to say they tried to kill me might be an understatement, but they did a good job of trying.

Their reason for the operation, the same one that in 2004 they wouldn't touch me with a barge pole with, had suddenly become a less than 1% chance of anything going wrong operation. Anyway the 1 week in hospital, one day on intensive care, turned into just over a month, one week in intensive care, suffering fits and strokes in the process.

In that week I had eaten just 2 meals, as well as the doctor phoning my daughter and telling her I was due to die within the next few hours, the exact phrase was, "If you wish to see your father one last time I suggest you get here within the hour, if not sooner." The doctor was looking right at me when he said this and I told the nurse, in no uncertain terms, " You can go tell that cunt I don't do fucking requests." The doctor obviously heard because he stormed out of intensive care, for the next couple of days the not doing requests quote was the talk of the unit, after the week in intensive care I was transferred to a ward.

 In the next, just over 3 weeks on the ward the meals were at best crap, and at worst not fit for pigs, and on numerous occasions were told just that. No one on the ward was full after their meal, be it breakfast, dinner, or tea, they expected us to take liquid laxatives twice a day because the food was that bad and there was that little of it. After 2 days I asked what the liquid meds were to a student nurse, she let slip they were laxatives, straight away I said I wasn't taking them, she tried to get me but I just got up and staggered over to the sink and tipped them out 4 of the other 6 on the ward followed in refusing to take them. There never seemed to be such a queue for the toilet within a couple of days.

I had my phone with me to keep in contact with family, that is until one night the female Hitler on the ward tried to take my chargers and I snatched them back pulling her over, but not causing her an injury, I say chargers because she tried to take the one for the MP3 player as well, the next morning some suite came to see me and I literally exploded in rage at him I told him that no one was getting a decent meal, his excuse was everybody gets the same, I threatened to walk there and then but he said he would have me sectioned. I told him to do it or suck his dick either would be his last action, he left. about 20 minutes later the specialists turned up on their rounds I told them that a stuck up cunt in a suite had threatened to section me to which they all agreed that a side effect of the meds was to blame and they would have words with him.

I went into hospital weighing nearly 118KG I knew I was losing weight because every time I stood up my pyjama bottoms hit the floor, so to combat it I ticked every option on the menu  if there was a sandwich I didn't like my thinking was I could swap it with someone, most of the food was either undercooked or overcooked, mainly under, the only safe option was soup. Their thinking to this was to give me the least popular menu choices TUNA   was always the option that I got, I fucking hate TUNA and I let them know it.

I found a way of getting off the ward by hanging round near the door then grabbing it before it shut as it was in and out by a button on the nurses station. That worked for about 10 days, until they noticed me missing and found me returning to the ward with £30 of chocolate, then any time I left the room they followed me.

After a month and 2 days they released me weighing 67.8KG and unable to cook even a simple meal. I struggled with the ready meals, one of them for a £1 from Tesco was more than enough, it took me over a year to get any appetite and another 2 to put the weight back on. Even now I am still 3KG less than when I went into hospital in Feb 2010. So hospitals feed you far less than is needed to sustain life, give you laxatives to pump it out, anybody who has no visitors is basically screwed, they may leave for the funeral home after a few months.