Patient Perry fed up with riding out wait for dialysis help
MAKE no mistake; we, the renal patients that travel by ambulance three times a week, are knocking on The Grim Reaper's door.
Our lives are virtually over.
We are kept alive week after week by the tireless efforts of the wonderful nursing staff in the Renal Unit.
I should expect the Ambulance Service to afford a bit of dignity when dealing with us.
But no, we are crammed into a vehicle like cattle being crammed into a truck. One can almost see the cattle prod going to work.
Most of the Travel Officers are excellent and display wonderful compassion and sympathy.
At the moment there are four of us coming from Mt Morgan and then the ambulance stops twice in Gracemere to get two more patients.
One of the persons travelling from Mt Morgan is a very large person so I am forced to share a seat which was designed for two small to medium sized persons.
I am literally squashed. I am not a small person and strange as it may appear, I value personal space to a certain degree.
After four hours languishing on the dialysis chair watching the blood going from my artery to be filtered, we have to wait up to three and one half hours for the Ambulance to return us to Mt Morgan.
The cattle loading begins again.
Mt Morgan patients are punished because they dare to live away from Rockhampton.
We are always left to last. That means a day from 5.30 in the morning to sometimes 5.30 in the afternoon, three times a week.
I tried to be independent, but after being dialysed I did not have the energy to stow my wheelie walker into my car (a coupe).
I collapsed onto the bitumen doing it.
It is not my fault I have renal failure.
I was left 15 months waiting for an appointment for enlarged prostate.
Renal failure, and since have lost one and a half kidneys plus many other problem.
So I ask the ambulance service to treat me with a bit of dignity, not just a number to be gotten rid of as easily as possible.