As part of my post of not getting a NHS contract, i've had to complete these NHS sites for this year, which i'm in the process this and last week of doing.
Last week myself and a colleague had to do a days work at Goodmayes hospital, which is for cat a,b,c,d - Mental hospital. Its well know for the hospoital that took Frank Bruno in around 5-10 years ago.
Anyway what an experience, every section sign forms, keys, speak to head ward people. move equipment into locked suction doors, any equipmet could never be left alone, ( i'm presuming in case its used again staff ) alarm given to myself in case of attack.
Now we never came across the cat A patients, but even moving thjrough the cat b,c,d areas, Oh my god. We obvioudly were locked alone in the gardens to work safe.
But such an experience, you felt as though you had to have eyes in the back of yur head. the staff were very helpfull. This is not a site you could send a couple of young bods. You seriously had to have a couple of older sensible operatoives working here.
Just thought i'd share this story. Oh and the patient that lost the plot with another patient at around 5 ish, probably because his medicine was worn off. Talk about you never try to make eye contact. !
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sounds like an experience you won't forget Andrew,
makes my following experience pale into insignificance.
A strange occurance for me last year was during a conny hedge topping job at a rather well to do household.
They had a young boy, about 5 years old i would think, who kept coming outside and walking under the hedge basically right in the danger zone, As I was on top of the hedge I asked the bloke that was working for me to knock at the door and tell the mother to keep the boy inside for his own safety, which she did.
The boy appeared several more times over the next couple of hours and the mother got him back in.
I came down at one point to have a drink, a ciggy and a rest and was stood talking to my mate looking at the hedge when the boy appeared again, chatting away to us, then all of a sudden he drops his shorts and starts having a wee, right in front of us! And I mean right in front of us!! I couldn't believe it, me and my mate looked at each other in astonishment and quickly headed for the van.
Its been a standing joke now since then, quoting a job and my mate says don't forget to charge extra if there's a pi***ng kid in the garden.
Weird just weird,
Makes life interesting anyway. :o)
There but for the grace of God ...
Reminds me of visiting my Grandad in an Alzheimer's ward. I'd been going for so long I knew all the door codes, and the nurses let me leave without coming out of their office to escort me. One day the door codes had changed, and I was left with a ward full of people moving in on me like zombies whilst I punched numbers in and shouted for help!
I have a huge respect for the people who work on these wards. Usually not British-born, and I wonder every time I see a stupid petition to "Keep Eastern-Europeans Out", just where we'd be without the staff who do such a horrible job.