The BSA A7-A10 Forum
Bikes, Pictures, Stories & more => Chat, Offtopic & Everything Else => Topic started by: berger on 26.05. 2026 22:43
-
not done anything since crippling my back shoveling and filling a skip. yesterday took government advice and phoned 111 instead of 999 ,this was 7 in the morning when i was in agony trying to hang on to the bed to lower myself to the floor then trying to get up one way or many more, the first question was do i need an interpreter i should have said yes i am a boaty person, then after pressing a few numbers i got to talk to someone, because i couldn't tell her my phone number off my head she couldn't take this call any further , WHAT!!!!! so second attempt with number in hand i got to tell the person my problem, she said to take pain killers and a doc will call later, a few hours later i explained the agony i was in to doc doo daa and told him i couldn't get down the stairs never mind out of the house, after listening to doc do daa tell me he can't prescribe certain pain killers because of my heart attack medication and inhalers the conversation was ended with him telling me i could go to the clinic 2 miles away at 11am, i shouted in agony i can't move and he ended the call. i then got a txt for the appointment at 11am, at 2pm i get a call from another doc telling me i missed my appointment *pull hair out* i explained again my story and doc said that information wasn't passed on. i then told her my problem in full but i had managed to get off the floor and bum shift downstairs then stand and walk a little this was at 12 midday, this call was then ended with take pain killers. this morning after little sleep i managed to crawl to the bucket for a weee while girlfriend held it and me crying in pain , yes that could be funny because at the same time my bowels let go with no warning into my pants that i couldn't take off last night. ::hh:: *eek* once cleaned up i was back on the phone to docs and was 4th in the que, after telling receptionist my story she said a doc will call me. a doc called and i went through whole story again and doc said we can get you in for face to face tomorrow, i shouted i have already told reception i am in agony and can't move much, with this doc says no one has passed this info on i will get someone to call you later, i said look i need sorting out with a good old fashioned home visit and strong pain killers or taken for a scan or xray i am in a mess with pain and very little movement. the phone call has not happened , i am more than annoyed and when mobile enough to get to the surgery i will play hell up and also look into these so called recorded calls . when i am fit and if this happens again it will be 999 i have fallen down the stairs and can't move. i don't care what anyone thinks about this statement but if i had arrived on a dingy today with a broken arm i would have been rushed to hospital and looked after , this dustbin country is ------d . the next time --- and it will happen i know when my back goes again it will be 999 i have fallen down the stairs and can't move. RANT OVER IN AGONY!! just taken 30 minutes to write this. *problem*
-
Hi Berger, I'm really sorry this is happening to you. Just a thought, could you get a taxi to take you to A+E? Whilst this doesn't help right now, may I suggest, in future, you don't push yourself too hard, respect your age, look after yourself.
-
thanks cheeser but i can't even get in or on a car seat at the moment and apart from that my neighbours 80 odd year old mum had a fall yesterday and was in a corridor for 14 hours. they keep telling us they throw hundreds of millions at the nhs and most of it goes on management quangos .
-
That's just terrible for you Bergs, feel really bad for you. Can't you get an ambulance? I've been there just like you, I ended up getting an ambulance. I wish there was something we could do to help.
I had been to hospital a couple of times and all they offered was pain killers - which didn't work at all. One time the specialist I saw when I hobbled in said 'we won't even look at you unless you come in on crutches'. After I came in in the Ambulance, they did an operation, though that's another story. Hang in there brother.
-
Bergs - call 999 and say or make up some 'tripped over the cat' story. I know from experience (and Sue working in the NHS) that if you call 111 it's automatically treated as non-urgent, and you follow a different treatment protocol.
To back this up. When I had life-threatening Covid, I was discharged the following day with a doctor prescribing rest. The day after that Sue took me back in at Death's door and I was in ICU for 10 days!!
Years ago, my Dad couldn't pee due to prostate enlargement. My mother wanted to call the local doc at 2.00am. I got up, saw how much pain he was in, and called 999. Later, the local GP said that if my mother had waited for a local doc, his bladder could have ruptured, caused sepsis and possible curtains for him.
Focus on doing anything to get into hospital mate. Once you're there, they have to investigate, and you know you're in the best place to sort your back.
TBH, the NHS needs to get back to basics as it's currently broken. Focus on emergency and critical care only, with everything else either pay as you go or insurance based. It'll take time getting it right, but proper health care from cradle to grave with the current set up is simply NOT possible.
I'll just add that my treatment for Covid at my local hospital was, in the main, excellent - despite it being rated as one of the worst in the country.
Ring 999 NOW mate - you are in an emergency situation!
-
No messing Keith - 999 straightaway if you don't get any relief/improvement !!
-
fantastic response this morning , a call from docs asking me what my problem is!!!!!!!!! this call was supposed to come yesterday. i went through everything again only to be asked if i was confined to the house, well yes i said i can't get to surgery to the response of can't you get a taxi? *bash* *bash* *bash* *pull hair out* after telling them again i can't get in a car she said are you house bound so i said yes, she asked for me to hold and then came back to me saying you are not on the house bound patient list but i will go upstairs and see a MANAGER!! to ask if i can send out a doctor because you are temporarily house bound, WHAT THE HECK HAS HAPPENNED TO THIS DUSTBIN COUNTRY.. after a while she said they can't send a doc to see me or bring pain killers because it isn't allowed for them to carry drugs unless you are a house bound patient , at this point i was more than ghasted i was disgusted with this system . i ended up telling her this country has gone to rat sht and she more or less agreed, then i told her in future i will not be following the phone 111 rule and i will ring 999 and lay on a stretcher in a corridor for a day!! the good news is i am managing to walk around the house full of my own pain killers using two walking sticks and the agony is easing into spasms of pain. thankyou for listening have a nice day i might have a black&tan *beer*
-
Glad to hear about the improvement Bergs, yer a tough ol' bugga! Nevertheless, due to your heart escapade and the painkillers you need to take, I'd still ring 999 if anything like this happens again. You can also say you've a heart condition which you're medicating for, that SHOULD make them send the meat wagon round pronto.
If you're still crocked in the next few months, I could drop round for a house visit - if anything could perk you up, that would *grins* *good3* :-: :-:
-
worty i managed to shovel out a whole floor area of 2 inch chip board that had got wet over the years into a barrow and up two 12ft long scaffold planks into a skip. now the garage jobs are on hold but at least i filled the skip and emptied the garage just before the proper agony started *yeah*
-
worty i managed to shovel out a whole floor area of 2 inch chip board that had got wet over the years into a barrow and up two 12ft long scaffold planks into a skip. now the garage jobs are on hold but at least i filled the skip and emptied the garage just before the proper agony started *yeah*
Lunatic *eek* *eek*
However, I'm with you on getting your money's worth out of the skip and completing the garage emptying task before collapsing. *smile*
Take it easy mate!
-
*uk the money Bergs... take care of your back, please. I've been through nearly 50 years coping with mine since I stuffed it surfing, I've had many periods when I was bed-bound with it, and an only semi-successful operation, but with time I've built several 'bikes, and my adobe house. One thing I've learned is that you just have to care for it when it's bad, and only gradually get more active. At first it's like the end of the world... but it needn't be, it should come good with time if you don't push it to hard too soon. And keep taking the medicine *beer*
-
hi jools thanks for your reply..after doing many years of manual work shifting the old fashioned 100weight loads i had a few years break then one day putting the old big bag of cement in the van it went and i couldn't even get back in the van , a few years later i was helping to move a washing machine down concrete steps in a 3 storey block of flats when the kid below me pulled it and me with it , back gone again, then about 8 years ago i was guiding a massive chimney pot up a ladder while the chap on the roof pulled it up on a tug o war rope , the ladder spun round and threw me off and i kept hold of the pot to stop it going through the window then dropped about 4ft to the floor, after that the vacuum cleaner did me when i spun it round. i think my back will never be right again so i will think twice before doing some jobs cheers.
-
Dear Sir, I write this note to you to tell you of me plight
And at the time of writing, I am not a pretty sight;
Me body is all black and blue, me face a deathly gray
And I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today
While working on the fourteenth floor some bricks I had to clear;
Now, to throw them down from such a height, it was not a good idea
The foreman wasn't very pleased, he being an awkward sod
He said I'd have to cart them down the ladders in me hod
Now, clearing all these bricks by hand it was so very slow
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below
But in me haste to do the job I was too blind to see
That a barrelful of building bricks was heavier than me
So when I untied the rope the barrel fell like lead
And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead
Well, I shot up like a rocket till to my dismay I found
That halfway up I met the bloody barrel coming down
Well, the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I banged the pulley with me head
Well, I clung on tight though numb with shock from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks fourteen floors below
Now, when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel and so started down once more;
Still clinging tightly to the rope, I sped towards the ground
And I landed on the broken bricks that were all scattered round
...
-
'E's a poet and 'e don't know it - as my mother used to say.
-
jools tales from hoffman my dad had that on old reel to reel tape it's brill, i think there is film of him doing it on stage *yeah* sorry don't know where hoffman came from it was gerard hoffnung tales from hoffnung
-
.....
the good news is i am managing to walk around the house full of my own pain killers using two walking sticks and the agony is easing into spasms of pain.
.....
😘
-
Bit late, I'm afraid, Bergs. Meant to write this a couple of days ago.
First, over 50 yrs ago was getting severe back pain regularly (caused by too much leaning over car engines, I presumed). Would be in agony for a week, unable to get out of bed. After several episodes, my doctor at the time (one of the 'old' brigade) suggested a well-known healer - a short, round-faced bald fellow. Sadly, he died 40 or more years ago.
Was a nightmare journey to his house in my Mk2 Cortina. Arrived, and stood just inside his front door. Told him I suspected a disc issue.
He touched my head and disappeared into a back room for a minute or two then re-appeared. I asked him what was wrong. He simply replied that I was alright, and I left. From that moment on, my back has never caused a problem. Don't ask me how / why anymore than if I understand water-divining (yep, can do).
Secondly, have you tried a decent osteopath? Approx 30 yrs ago was getting muscle pain, so saw a local osteopath (retired SBS man) and he sorted my issues (mainly leg / thigh). Remember he once told me of a patient (doctor) he saw regarding back pain. He asked if the patient had been playing golf at the weekend. Somewhat bemused, the doctor said 'yes'. Osteo then asked - did you twist your ankle? Doctor, bit stunned for words, said 'yes'. Osteo then pointed out the sciatic nerve runs from the ankle to high up in the back, and where you feel pain is invariably not where the problem is.
Thirdly, after my friend osteopath died, ended up seeing doctors re various muscle pains. Recall seeing one referral nurse, who, after nearly an hour's discussion, suggested attending a Sunday group where everyone could discuss their worries. About as much use as a gallon of petrol as a fire extinguisher. Was at that time I noticed a large notice on the wall - about 3ft x 2ft - that said 'There is no cure for back pain'. I left pretty quickly and asked around for a good osteo. Found one, though one of his employees is better. A nerve needs manipulation, and a round with this guy is like a round with an angry gorilla. But it works. A day or two later and you're back to 100%.
I'm no doctor, Bergs, but I'd suggest a good (not hospital type) osteopath.
And good luck.
-
THX Bergs, I couldn't remember enough to give 'The Bricklayers Lament' a credit. That version was The Dubliners version, but if we could see or hear the original Gerard Hoffnung version it's brilliant, - he's a scream!
here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZUJLO6lMhI
-
thanks jools *thanks* that took me back 60 odd years when my dad had it on tape, i have now caused distress to my back laughing out loud to that. and i now know where hoffman came from , bearings.
-
"Osteo then pointed out the sciatic nerve runs from the ankle to high up in the back, and where you feel pain is invariably not where the problem is."
Yep, my sciatica was from two blown discs. Some days the pain in my "foot" was so bad I couldn't put on a sock.
Cheers
-
musky i still can't put a sock on or pants without my gf help ::hh:: *problem* *help* , but i am on the mend now , i will try to do these things on my own tomorrow. *problem*
-
Bergs see:
https://www.woolworths.com.au/shop/productdetails/1122504781/surgical-basics-sock-aid?srsltid=AfmBOooSZRWB3cJc-rttWvdZOZ4dq13Mq5IwoZX82iMCMagTUOrxzi-A
-
o my word jools you're making me feel 96 not 66, i managed to get dressed on my own this morning , now the pain is mainly on the left side so now on the mend thanks, nice thought tho mate *good3*
-
update for those who care about me *sarcastic* i got to docs reception on monday and ask for appointment to see a doc, after a 5 minute conversation with the front line gestapo she typed loads of stuff into the computer looked up at me and said o yes you called 999 *pull hair out* *bash* *problem* no i didn't i said i called 111 and after phone tennis with the triage crap got told to go 2 miles away at 11am to see a doctor , this after i told them i couldn't get out of the house. i explained everything AGAIN and she said i will get another triage call. the next day i got a call and they have now got me an appointment next monday to see a bone and muscle person; [ i think there is a medical term for these people but i am now past caring ] i had to get a friend to get the scaffold sections out of my van that a rendering person wanted to use and ask him to carry the two 30L cat litter bags into the house . the girl in shop who carried both these on her shoulder to my van was tiny and i said how the heck have you done that and she replied i have horses , so that answered that didn't it, hay bales etc. anyway today i got out to the garages project and managed to mark out some plywood ready for cutting to face one of the doors that i discovered before becoming inactive is a old garage door with frosted glass. now the bar is open, thankyou for listening have a nice day *beer*before pic and after pic
-
G'day Bergs.
Chin up mate. Sounds like UK's health system is third world. Down here ours is second world.
What prevented me from working on my bikes. I started at a new job today at Silly Solly's one or two days a week to compliment my two to three days a week at Total Tools. So now I'm a total tool behaving like a silly solly *whistle*
Cheers
-
If you can't get out of the house I would have thought 999 was the way to go. Up here in sunny Scotland healthcare seems to be a lot better. I went to the GP recently (next day appointment after phoning) about back pain and got immediate referrals to Cardiology, Orthopaedics and Gastroenterology.
-
If you can't get out of the house I would have thought 999 was the way to go. Up here in sunny Scotland healthcare seems to be a lot better. I went to the GP recently (next day appointment after phoning) about back pain and got immediate referrals to Cardiology, Orthopaedics and Gastroenterology.
Maybe the difference is the size of population. Sue works for the NHS in W Yorks (heavily populated), and they simply cannot cope with the numbers through the doors - waiting lists are terrible.
GPs are a different story where we live. We moved from a 'family' of GP practices to an independent, and have never had any problems with appointments, etc, since.
-
black sheep they shout at us to call 111, in the good old days a doc would have come out to see someone , maybe not straight away but they would have come. me calling 999 in our country would be me waiting up to a day for an ambulance then laying in a corridor for 9 hours. many people in my area have commentated on docs waiting rooms being empty compared to a few years ago. what are they doing...the whole system is broken. a nurse with years of experience could not even get some blood from both my arms a few weeks ago. i had to go back and a young nurse got it with me hardly knowing she had been in with the needle. if you have read my previous posts about the many triage calls i had you might think the same as me that they no longer want to provide a service of any use.
-
Thing is, little seems to have changed.
20 years ago I had a bad case of viral meningitis, and was taken to A&E by ambulance. I was on a slab in A&E for hours before being assessed and taken to a ward. Whilst there, a doc came in and said I was to be taken to a specialist hospital because I had a bleed on the brain which was discovered on my CT scan. When my wife, who just happened to be visiting with my baby son, said I hadn't had a CT scan, they checked, came back very apologetically, and said they'd got me mixed up with an elderly woman!!!
When I was admitted for Covid a few years ago, I was assessed and sent home after one night even though my SATS were dangerously low (in the 70s). My wife took me back the following day and I was in intensive care for 10 days. A week after that, I had to go back in for a chest infection, and spent 26 hours in a treatment bay in A&E as there were no beds. I also didn't get fed enough in hospital. I was almost emaciated when I left hospital and my muscles had atrophied to the point I could barely walk. When I got home, Sue made fish pie with lots of creamy mash and a cheese sauce. I ate two large plates of it in one sitting!!!
-
HNS horror story . when i had my heart attack my local hospital put my wrist band id on . when the nurse at the northern general saw it after my stent was fitted it said Mrs mary taylor d.o.b - - 1926 , just think if i was another old lady and got the treatment or drugs that could have been fatal . the nurse cut it off while mumbling f k n chesterfield AGAIN! i wrote a nice letter to my hospital asking for answers , no reply and on follow up every door shut in my face.