Liveline: Thread with no name, Host with no shame

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If it was a motorway they were building they would CPO your house or my house and then drive a bulldozer through it and that would be it. They wouldn't offer to lease it for 300 years.

When I was about 11 or so and swimming in a pool in Dublin 4, a male swimming instructor approached my mother and said he believed he could make a serious swimmer of me. Extremely suspicious, my Mum asked me immediately after what did I think of the man, and I said I felt he was a bit odd, she said she was wary of him too, and suggested we would not return to this pool.

Land in Dublin 4 is never going to be worthless. Once the hospital is built what if the church turn around and say the lease is going up and if you dont like it, we are cancelling the lease.

I was told about paedophiles aged 3. I asked what these bad men lurking in toilets and bushes looked like and why were they there. “Usually a small number of men, that look exactly like your Dad, your uncles, your neighbours, they don’t want anyone to see them when they are enjoying giving children frights”. I was always told not to go near quiet toilets or near a man’s toilet. I was super curious and mischievous and wanted to see the dark secrets lain hidden inside men’s toilets, so in the RDS I ran straight in, and my mother called to the attendant to get me out, he argued he wasn’t going to touch a child and that I was going up to the men urinating and talking to them about their “pipes”.. I do remember the men suddenly hiding themselves and wondered why, it was all basic science to me. Attendant insisted she that she come in herself and fetch me. She didn’t sold me afterwards, she knew that would be counter-productive.

She was quite wary of potential female paedophiles, and when she thought she spotted one in action with a special needs child at an isolated beach near Carna she asked me to take her to Garda Station. I regret I didn’t and just said to her I thought she must be imagining it. In later years she told me she really believed something might have been happening. She was a very talented and trained artist and would have been able to draw a close resemblance of the woman and child.

I’ve have had mixed experiences of Vincent’s, mostly from the perspective of being a visitor in very trying circumstances, and once being there 11 days for complex emergency surgery for small bowel obstruction caused by an incarcerated hernia. Was treated well in Emergency Dept, afforded a private room there due to nature of my symptoms. Got to ward pre surgery where my basic-gastric tube fell out after I started sneezing. Two awful nurses have out stink to me and as I was being wheeled to theatre waiting area they told me how the surgeon would turn me away without the tube. A senior theatre nurse took over and gave out to the nurse handing over and said it was no problem. Anaesthetist was really lovely, “ I’m bringing you to anaesthesia slowly so you can have a positive experience after what you’ve been through”. I really appreciated that experience of suddenly being out of pain and relaxed.

Surgeon was a fantastic girl, did an excellent repair. However a junior doctor responsible for writing up pain medication simply forgot and I received absolutely none back on the ward. I was put in a bed with curtain pulled. Not a nurse about. I felt I was passing out and called out for help, next door patient’s husband (she had not been given any painkiller either after a full colectomy) took a look at me and tan to nurse’s station and a crash team arrived to stabilise me. I had gone into severe cardiac arrhythmia because of the stress of the pain. After being stabilised I was brought to high dependency unit where nursing was well supervised by a very strict nurse. All patients there were quite unstable so needed that level of care.

I think it’s the same in most hospitals, public and private, quite varied experiences in various departments. Food is nauseating in Vincent’s, especially when you have had work done on your plumbing. The only thing I liked was the hot vegetable curry, but only for the sauce as I couldn’t digest the stringy vegetables.

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