The early days...
When i was first admitted to hospital in 2013 i was drip fed. I wasn't given anything to eat, i didn't go hungry either. I was fed by tube. It was a strange feeling which i grew used to and it lasted for a couple of months. I wasn't in a fit state to argue with them, even if i wanted to. Eventually, they returned me to eating proper food. I don't remember drinking anything, but i must have had thickened fluids or maybe i was given something to drink through my stomach. I don't remember.
it all seemed so long ago. Eating food again was something which i loved. It felt like i'd never been away, but i had. In the evenings i had shepherd's pie and mushy peas. I had it for three weeks. They looked at me as if i was mad or something and asked me if i wanted to try something else for a change, but i turned them down. It was just unbeatable food. If you love something badly enough you'll stik with it. Meanwhile, Frances introduced me to thickened pineapple juice. I loved it and was thankful that the long and arduous nightmare that i'd been through was coming to an end at last.
Then the hallucinations came thick and fast. They were due in part to my medication and the other part that i was suffering from a brain injury. They were very real though. Scary too. All the time the powers that be felt unable to talk to me. Instead they treated me like a kid when i wanted was to be treated like an adult. I was far more mature than they gave me credit for. It got to the stage that my life was in danger thanks to their condescending ways and failure to be honest with me. I'd like to see it change where they're not allowed to whisper in front of you and that they give a straight answer to a straight question.
That's the least you deserve.
Patients don't deserve to be treated the way that they do. They didn't ASK to have a stroke and they need to know why you're doing what you're doing. I, personally, don't like whisperers. It's very unprofessional. It's all about trust in the relationship you have with the people that are supposed to care for you. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't.