I’m pleased to see Kappa being innovative and environmentally friendly by reusing 1970’s curtains for our new third kit. Was the designer on crack when they conceived the idea though?
Pile of ****. And assuming it also has the material quality of the first two kits (looking like they’ve already had 20 washes at the wrong temperature)
I quite like it, although I’ll reserve full judgement until I see it in the flesh. I didn’t like the away kit from photos but think it looks good in real life
A&E for 12 hrs is exceptional up here...Anything over 15 usually points to death in the corridor though
Who writes this ****, trying to explain the reason for the kit being **** is one thing, but this waffle is just mental
When I collapsed at work last year I was in there from 2pm until 7am the following morning. They gave me the blue light treatment to get me to the building, then were happy to just leave me for 17 hours in the waiting area. Apparently a medical emergency in need of urgent treatment until they triaged it and decided I was absolutely fine apparently. I was not fine.
There was all the usual no nowters in there. One twat in a wheelchair must have asked me half a dozen times if I had a cig. Another one came in by Ambulance then promptly started to kick off because he couldn't get a sandwich, he said he hadn't eaten for two days and the Hospital should feed him, if he didn't put all his money in his ****ing arm he'd afford food. right ****.
I had to tell some guy to shut the **** up as well; around the 3am mark he started giving dogs abuse to the security guard about the waiting time and I politely reminded him on my way out for a smoke that this is a hospital and we're all poorly in someway, but what wouldn't help the staff workload was adding "splitting headache" to every patient's symptoms because of his ****ing whinging. Which was hypocritical because I bawled him out myself.
He wasn't there when I went back in, so either he sat down or he left. Some of the people in there looked genuinely frightened by this person (who himself wasn't even ill, he was complaining on behalf of his brother) and I'd already gone way past my legal limit of tolerance. And my medication had worn off. A small part of me felt empathy, but a large part of me didn't give a ****.