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category international | miscellaneous | news report author Friday May 10, 2013 19:40author by Brian Clarke - AllVoices Report this post to the editors

They're Only the Little People

The following article was published in some Irish American newspapers on May the 8th. It is another another insight in to the standard of healthcare in Ireland under the leadership Minister James Reilly, with the support of the Irish Labour Party.It is well known fact worldwide, even in the third world that Ireland is one of the worst places to get sick. In this article April Drew an American certainly agrees from first hand experience.

Only the Little People
Only the Little People

The following article was published in some Irish American newspapers on May the 8th. It is another another insight in to the standard of healthcare in Ireland under the leadership Minister James Reilly, with the support of the Irish Labour Party.It is well known fact worldwide, even in the third world that Ireland is one of the worst places to get sick. In this article April Drew and American certainly agrees from first hand experience.

"Since our return to Ireland last May life in Ireland has been good to our family. Iíve not complained about much. We have everything we want and we remain positive when friends in the U.S. ask us how we could live in an Ireland steeped in a recession because they certainly couldnít.

We had nothing negative to say about our own experience and thatís the truth Öuntil now that is.

It has finally happened. We came face to face (indirectly) with the Irish medical system, and yes, itís as bad as they say it is. Itís an utter disgrace, and Iím here to tell you what we saw first-hand. It wasnít pretty.

My husband Johnís mother made a recent trip to the emergency room at the, about a ten-minute drive from her home. It turned out it wasnít a serious issue but she needed tending to immediately.

She arrived at the reception area of the emergency department at 6:10 p.m. on a Wednesday evening. Like any emergency room at that time of the day it was manic.

Seats were full. Patients and their loved ones stood along corridors, sat on floors and paced back and forth in an effort not to go insane. Parents and children, people of pensionable age and many more middle aged folks all looked sickly and irritated.

A young lady who appeared to be in her late twenties told my mother-in-law she had been there three hours and still hadnít been seen to by a nurse.

ďYouíre in for a long night,Ē Mary was told. She had no idea.

After a few minutes of standing, a young man with a gentle face took pity on Mary and gave her his seat. She sat patiently and waited her turn.

It was close to 10 p.m. before a nurse came to take her vitals and carry out some blood work. The nurse advised her yet again that it was going to be a long night.

Midnight struck, and by this stage everyone was tired, cranky and hungry. Mary was finally admitted into the emergency room, and what she saw before her was shocking.

Beds full with patients, some in a very sickly way, took over the floor space. It wasnít designed for this. Getting to the nurseís station inside the department felt like one was walking through an obstacle course.

There were beds all over the place. It was utter mayhem. When they ran out of beds, patients (depending on the severity of their medical problem) sat on plastic chairs propped up against walls throughout the department.

Mary was directed to a chair for the following four hours. By this stage she was extremely tired and a little weak. She watched as some unruly characters entered the emergency room with various ailments, some causing quite a stir.

In the end the only reason she got a bed (about 4:30 a.m.) in the emergency room was because she took a weakness and fainted.

At one point during the night she needed to use the bathroom. She was told there was a queue forming and it was best she went outside to the main hospital and used the public toilets. She barely had the energy to get off the bed.

We sat with Mary as she tried to close her eyes to get some sleep. I was disgusted by what I was seeing.

The nurses were running around trying to keep up with patients being admitted and others being discharged. At one point a young fella entered the emergency room via ambulance with what looked like a screwdriver stuck in his head. It wasnít a pretty sight, and we didnít ask what kind of altercation he was in before arriving to the hospital.

Not only were the doctors and nurses trying to do their job, but they had to deal with scantily clad girls fighting with each other. A mother sitting across from us attempted to shelter her two-year-old son from such carry on.

It was disgraceful and kind of intimidating too. It was hard to know what would happen next.

When dawn crept in it was made clear to Mary that she would be admitted to the hospital for further tests, but she was warned it would be a while before a bed became available upstairs. Mary worked in that same hospital for 26 years as a secretary and retired three years ago.

It didnít matter though. There simply wasnít a bed available for her. The hospital was as overrun as the emergency room.

As I sat with Mary early on the Friday morning I pulled out my laptop and began writing what I saw around me. In the emergency room there were approximately eight bays where patients were put when admitted. All eight bays were full.

There was another 15 or so patients sitting on chairs and 12 or so beds scattered across the moderately sized room. It was simply a case of wherever they could shove in a bed they did.

It was necessary because a lot of these patients werenít able to sit or stand, but it made the job of the nurses, doctors and porters next to impossible. They zipped in and out between beds, administered medicine where needed and hooked others up to IVs.

My poor mother-in-law was shoved up against a wall near the emergency room entrance. One minute it was warm, too warm. The next minute a blast of cold blew through the corridor making patients shiver.

Behind Mary a little baby shared a chair with his mother. He squealed in pain. The nurses tried to appease him but it was difficult, both on the little boy and his mother.

Across the corridor we could hear a man coughing. It was a rough, dry cough. The owner clearly didnít have the energy to lift his head.

He lay on a hospital bed, sheets strewn to the side. He was wearing a pair of jeans, an old looking shirt and had a hole in both his white socks. Iím not sure where his shoes were. He finally stopped coughing.

The sound of monumental pain echoed from the bed next to him. The sounds were ad hoc, but when they came from the small-framed woman propped up in a bed I felt for her. She was alone.

The nurses and doctors were just too busy to attend to her needs. She had been admitted but thatís as far as she got.

A sprightly looking woman had her leg propped up in a bed. She looked exhausted. Later on I spoke with her to discover she came to the hospital at 2 p.m. the previous day and was still waiting for a bed upstairs.

Beside her lay a man in his forties who had chest pains. His wife was worried. He wasnít being kept in because scans showed nothing out of the ordinary.

He told me he was waiting three hours for discharge papers. He was lying in a bed that could have been used for someone else, but because the staff were so overrun they hadnít time to release his bed.

Later that day we sat next to a lady in her nineties. She was frail. She didnít have it in her to even speak.

After a few minutes of tossing and turning she called for a nurse. She looked in distress. No nurse could tend to her. She started vomiting.

John went to her bedside, propped her up and placed a jug underneath her chin so she would not choke while getting sick. The nurse came over, handed John a cardboard bowl and instructed him to hold it under the ladyís chin. He did as he was told.

I could see the woman was ever so embarrassed and very grateful at the same time. She was alone.

I stayed with Mary until lunchtime on the Friday. I left her in an exhausted state and not any closer to a bed in the hospital itself.

As I left the mayhem through the emergency room reception area there was another 40 or so people waiting to be seen to. It was unbelievable.

Mary finally got a bed in a ward upstairs at 5 p.m. on Friday. She was 23 hours in the emergency room.

We read about the state of our hospitals in the newspapers, we hear about it on the radio, we chat about it at dinner parties but to experience it, even indirectly, is a whole different story.

While living in New York we had our fair share of trips to the emergency room and the hospital. Each time we came away saying how wonderful the service was, even if it did cost us an arm and a leg (we didnít have insurance).

The nurses and doctors were always so attentive, and although we may have waited two or three hours in an emergency room to be seen to or admitted, it was nothing like the craziness I experienced in Limerick last week.

I pray to God that I donít have to bring either of my two children to the emergency room anytime soon."

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Caption: James Reilly of Fine Gael refers to "the little people"


author by leftypublication date Sat May 11, 2013 01:38Report this post to the editors

Good article Brian. Thanks for posting this

author by john lagan - impossible!publication date Tue May 14, 2013 13:19Report this post to the editors

Lies, all lies, how could this be true?

Nothing like this would happen in one of our "Centres of Excellence"!

author by Brian Clarke - AllVoicespublication date Fri May 17, 2013 14:04Report this post to the editors

First to address the 'cross-party Oireachtas health committee' was Dr Reilly, who gave an overview of the Bill before leaving the chamber rapidly without taking any tricky questions indeed any questions at all, at all. Members of the cross-party committee criticized Dr Reilly for not staying and were left wondering was he up to the task at his hand.

Aside from his contempt for the "little people" he didn't shed a tear for the millions of pro-life sperm, swimming around Ballinasloe after the Country Fair, that were "Life with potential". I bet Reilly logic on east Galway women who "fail" to fertilize their eggs are stealing lives that could have been. Pro Life supporters. Reproduction should not be mandatory, when we can quickly stop the process before it goes too far, with Priests having to baptize babies with hangovers and marry Ballinasloe couples for free, while Reilly healthcare can't take care of the unfortunate inebriated Country Fair sperm who make it!!

Baptizing Sperm
Baptizing Sperm

author by Brian Clarke - AllVoicespublication date Fri May 17, 2013 16:58Report this post to the editors

ďI canít think of a more appropriate place for him to be than here in this chamber,Ē said fellow Fine Gael TD Billy Timmins.

Independent TD Mattie McGrath said the situation was a farce. ďThe Minister ran out of the chamber,Ē he said.

Fine Gael senator Paul Bradford said it was ďbizarreĒ that the Minister was not in the chamber to discuss his own legislation.

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author by Paul Ryanpublication date Fri May 24, 2013 14:30author email paulryan at lavabit dot comReport this post to the editors

Do not fall for better living through chemistry, winners do not do drugs.

Make sure that you arise with joy and not in shame. If you still want to take pills then sure you know your self.

I am into self help and I am focusing on being happy. My advice is do not sleep through life give your self 3 hours to live everyday.

 
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