Viewpoint: Hunger in the midst of plenty
- By: Rebecca Slack
I am as familiar as most with the hubbub of the busy ward—telephones, bleeps, voices, and footsteps mixing among the sea of gatherings of uniformed people. But having been a recent inpatient myself, I now recognise what an illusion the bustling ward environment is. Being in hospital was the loneliest experience I have had and I felt I had no control. I entered hospital thinking that I would be cared for by fellow medics who would give me guidance and treatment for the short and longer term and that I would be surrounded by plenty of company and distraction. These assumptions were too simple.
Throughout my stay I was seen by the consultant or senior house officer on various occasions, and I cannot fault what they did and advised. But in the long stretches of time between their visits I became lonely. I was often confused about my treatment. I