Same you-know-what, different day.

Rang Terry early on to see if he had a good night and he did apart from the nurse waking him at 05:30 to do his IV antibiotic!
He rang me about 10:55 to say a doctor had seen him and told him his blood tests were alright and he could go home today if he felt OK. Naturally Terry said yes. Terry told him I can do his clexane injections as I'm a retired nurse and the doctor seemed pleased with that and said he'd tell them (presume he meant the nurses). Terry was told it might be later today before they get his medication etc. He was made up and so was I. We told family and friends that he was finally coming home. We are aware that he is not fully recovered but that he was stable enough to continue treatment at home. There was mention of a clinic referral for him too (maybe to check bloods while on clexane but Terry didn't ask). 
I did a quick shop to get things he will need ie milk (I don't use it), other bits and bobs and took bread out of the freezer for him.
At afternoon visiting I drove and took a shopping trolley to pack a lot of his things in so that there wouldn't be as much to take when I go to pick him up later. I would have not stayed the whole of visiting but I thought I'd hang on just in case they got his meds while I was there.
Got home around 4:30pm, unpacked all his things and put them away, brought in washing, made a coffee. Was drinking it when he rang to say he'd asked them what time it was likely to be when he went home and the nurse had come to him and apologised saying that someone should have told him he's not going home now. Today's blood test was still high.
I am astounded that he was told he could go today before they had the results of today's blood test. This is crazy. That nobody could be a*sed telling him until he asked, is another reason for complaint.
This meant I had to pack some of his things up and take them back to the hospital as he would need them ie change of undies and T shirt, toiletries, shaver, phone charger and other bits. Therefore I was back on the little car park again at 5 past 6. Trailing back to the ward and if I was fed up it was more for Terry than me. He was p*ssed off.
To top it all he said that although he got food at teatime, nobody in this bay got a brew - catering woman must have sailed past again and missed them all.
I've had to contact all family and friends again to tell them he is not coming home today after all - and they are appalled at the lack of communication / feedback / care.
Young man in next bed had been nil by mouth from midnight for a scan this morning which still had not happened at 4pm and he was starving! When I went back at 6pm he had complained and been told at 5pm the scan won't be done today so he can eat. Now tonight he is back nil by mouth again for tomorrow.
The old chap in the bay was sitting on the edge of his bed trying to stand up and get back into bed and was in danger of falling so I went for the staff and told them and to be fair one came to sort him out but if I had not gone for them he might have been on the floor.
When they left him his drink was out of his reach - this is the guy they keep telling to drink as he is not drinking enough - how does the no teatime brew fit with that, I wonder?
Can you actually believe how bad this ward is? 
I really wish for a day without the need to moan! I hope I can find such a day soon.
Photo was on a little walk I had to the local co-op and back.
On a happier note, Terry said the nurse on tonight is the one who has been on for the last three nights and she's very good.