Monday, 17 January 2011

Page 19 The Inadequate Dr Vinod K Panchbhavi




Alan stayed at home looking after me, and having used up all his Holiday Entitlement, went to his GP who immediately signed him off work. 

Alan was still getting me up, washing, drying, dressing me, and brushing my teeth.  I couldn’t use the disabled toothbrush the OT had made me for me yet.

Alan continued lifting me step by step up and down stairs, and in and out of bed.  He was still sleeping in a sleeping bag at the bottom of the bed, while I carried on resting my arms on pillows while sleeping on my back.

I started Physiotherapy for my hands, completely unaware Dr Vinod K Panchbhavi had used me as a ‘Guinea Pig’.  Had been allowed to practice on me with disastrous consequences and was totally inexperienced in ‘Hand Surgery’. 

My left little finger was shattered but was merely bandaged to my ring finger, which was also broken.  My left hand bone, below my little finger was also broken.  My left thumb was shattered as well, but had only had a ‘K’wire put down through it! 

I now have a left little finger that is a half inch shorter than it was, which barely moves. A left ring finger that curls upwards, and a left thumb that doesn’t bend.  As well as a completely unstable right wrist, which is a sight on it's own, and an unstable right thumb that kinda goes round a corner when I bend it!

He certainly kept his word when he said he would only fix one hand properly! 

Dr Vinod K Panchbhavi had aspirations, of being a famous Hand Surgeon.

The qualified Hand Surgeon for the area was at the Hospital I was supposed to have been sent to, Salisbury District Hospital, or Odstock as it was known.

Dr Vinod K Panchbhavi fled to Texas as soon as Karen Thompson finalised my case in 2001. 

He’s still there now, doing foot surgery, so never did make it to ‘Hand Surgeon’, obviously a blessing for the Dear People of Texas!

He writes hundreds of papers which he self publishes on the www. 

I looked him up on those ‘Dr Ratings’
Websites, and he has a rating of 1 to 2 stars out of a possible five stars! So I think his poor patients are still suffering very badly at his hands. 

It does make you wonder though. If you’ve written 100’s of papers in that amount of time, exactly where is the time left for learning, doing any surgery or for patient care?  

I should imagine he’s still too arrogant to listen to anything his patients say to him.  

I pity the man as he is still looking to be a ‘Famous Surgeon’ without the slightest realisation that he is in fact, ‘inadequate’.

It says a lot about a man when, with the sort of money he must earn, his charitable donations, are at the very bottom of the rankings of ‘giving.’ 

You know, where they barely even acknowledge that you’ve given as the amount was so insignificant. 

So all in all, he’s still full of his own self-inflated importance.  

When he operated on me, he hadn’t long been out of India, had only just started working at Poole Hospital and could barely speak a word of English. 

If he’d been able to converse properly I wouldn’t have been able to mistake him for a cleaner.

When it comes to something so important as ‘life and death’, a Dr should be able to converse with the patient at the highest level possible.










Sunday, 16 January 2011

Page 18 Legal Aid Fraud by Lester Aldridge & Karen Thompson


After I had been home from hospital for a few days Alan rang Lester Aldridge again, and asked for an appointment for a ‘Free Advice meeting’.


They told him they would come to us, considering how badly injured I was. I remember thinking this was very nice of them!

Karen Thompson came to see us on 26th April 1995, and stayed for about an hour. We told her about my accident, how the driver had driven straight through me at 100mph and failed to stop. We said I’d been unconscious, unable to move and had convulsions after the 1st operation. We then told her we were worried, I hadn’t seen a Neurologist, because the Nurses kept saying I should see one before I left the hospital. 

We told how I’d been sent home from hospital without seeing a Dr and were very worried about my spinal injuries, thinking I may have had a broken neck.  I must point out at this time we didn’t know this was negligence, we were just desperately trying to get me some help to get well. We mentioned my eyesight problems, and said the nurse had broken my wrist as it wasn’t plastered. Pretty much everything had been discussed. 

Karen Thompson Solicitor, told us how experienced she was, how she had been a Nurse, prior to becoming a Solicitor. She told us this meant she understood my injuries and knew all the right people to send me to, to get my injuries assessed. How the first thing she would do would be to send me urgently to a Neurologist. Then she left after we told her we would have a think about it as we had several other Law Firms to see.

We had been impressed by all she’d told us, particularly the part where she said she had previously been a nurse, understood my injuries and would know who to send me to, to get help with these issues.  Especially the part about sending me to a Neurologist.

We were struggling terribly to deal with all that had happened at this time, and with a third operation coming up, hadn’t managed to arrange to see another Legal Expert. 

On the 15th May we saw Dr Salter, Orthopaedics Consultant.

After I had been home from hospital for a few days Alan rang Lester Aldridge again, and asked for an appointment for a ‘Free Advice meeting’.

They told him they would come to us, considering how badly injured I was. I remember thinking this was very nice of them!

Karen Thompson came to see us on 26th April 1995, and stayed for about an hour. We told her about my accident, how the driver had driven straight through me at 100mph and failed to stop. We said I’d been unconscious, unable to move and had convulsions after the 1st operation. We then told her we were worried, I hadn’t seen a Neurologist, because the Nurses kept saying I should see one before I left the hospital. 

We told how I’d been sent home from hospital without seeing a Dr and were very worried about my spinal injuries, thinking I may have had a broken neck.  I must point out at this time we didn’t know this was negligence, we were just desperately trying to get me some help to get well. We mentioned my eyesight problems, and said the nurse had broken my wrist as it wasn’t plastered. Pretty much everything had been discussed. 

Karen Thompson Solicitor, told us how experienced she was, how she had been a Nurse, prior to becoming a Solicitor. She told us this meant she understood my injuries and knew all the right people to send me to, to get my injuries assessed. How the first thing she would do would be to send me urgently to a Neurologist. Then she left after we told her we would have a think about it as we had several other Law Firms to see.

We had been impressed by all she’d told us, particularly the part where she said she had previously been a nurse, understood my injuries and would know who to send me to, to get help with these issues.  Especially the part about sending me to a Neurologist.

We were struggling terribly to deal with all that had happened at this time, and with a third operation coming up, hadn’t managed to arrange to see another Legal Expert. 

On the 15th May we saw Dr Salter, Orthopaedics Consultant.

Dr Salter said he too was very worried about how confused I was and about my spinal pain.

We were so impressed with Karen Thompson’s ‘False Promises’ and, realising I desperately needed help, came home and phoned Lester Aldridge, saying we’d like to go ahead. Karen Thompson said she was delighted and would see us on her way home!

When she arrived she talked about Insurance Policies and told us not to use our Legal Insurance Policy I’d taken out with my Bike Insurance. She said I was much better applying for Legal Aid. I didn’t know this was a Solicitor’s favourite Meal Ticket and would give her total control to an endless pot of legal fees!  

She still took our Policies with her though, which we always found very strange! They were never returned either.

We asked about the Neurologist, thinking I would now be sent urgently to see one, as she’d promised.  She said as I’d be seeing Dr Burns on the NHS at Poole Hospital, who was an excellent Neurologist, I would be much better off in his hands and to wait until I had seen him first, an appointment which was another four months away. We were somewhat confused by this, after her previous ‘promises’. But bowed to what we thought was a greater knowledge, but which we now know was her first act in covering up Poole Hospital’s negligence. Dr Burns is purely a Neuro Rehab specialist, not a Neurologist at all.

This is Legal Negligence and Fraud, she is now covering up what she knows to be Medical Negligence.

Karen Thompson, Lester Aldridge, had just taken on my case, knowing I had been negligently treated at Poole Hospital.

This is illegal as she had a massive 'Conflict of Interest’, because she knew most or all of the Dr’s concerned, and was married to Rheumatology Consultant Dr Paul Thomspon who worked, and still works at the Poole & Bournemouth Hospitals. 

Dr Paul Thompson was head of Rheumatology where I would later be deliberately misdiagnosed, to continue the cover up of my Syrinx, Deviated Septum, broken neck, back and coccyx. Whilst also deliberately failing to diagnose my Post Traumatic Hypothyroidism.

Hypothyroidism leaves you with a foggy brain, unable to think clearly, which on top of a Brain Injury rendered me helpless. 

Karen Thompson knew I hadn’t seen a Consultant Neurologist or Neurosurgeon & that we thought I had something terrible wrong with my spine, possibly a broken neck.  She knew my wrist had been re-broken, yet did nothing, calculatedly returning me to the care of the Negligent Dr’s at this hospital.

Lester Aldridge and Poole Hospital had major connections at this time and still do. Poole Hospital and Lester Aldridge, were and still are, on many of the same Committees in the Local Community.

Lester Aldridge managed many Charitable Funds etc., for Poole Hospital. 

They may well have had an illegal agreement in place.  In return for advertising their services as Personal Injury Claims Lawyers in the hospital, they covered up any Negligence they found?

Karen Thompson, Lester Aldridge also illegally charged my Legal Aid Fund at this time, claiming costs for 2 hours of Legal Advice and travelling time to and from my home on the 26th April. This was in fact a Free Legal Consultation, and I hadn’t even hired her at this point. I didn’t hire Karen Thompson of Lester Aldridge until 15th May 1995. 

This was just the start of massive Legal Aid Fraud by Karen Thompson and Lester Aldridge LLP! There would be much more to come! 

During the following six years she would use my legal aid fund, to which I was contributing, in totally illegal and fraudulent ways.

She used my Legal Aid Fund to pay Dr Ellis as a Medical Expert in my case.  Trouble is, I never once saw Dr Ellis as a Neurologist in a Private Medical Expert Capacity.

Dr Ellis has committed Fraud in taking payments from the Legal Aid Board via Lester Aldridge for which he could be prosecuted. For God sake, I never even saw him as a Neurologist on the NHS!

The only time I ever saw Dr Ellis, Neurologist, was when he sat in on my final Neuro Rehab appt with Dr Burns on the NHS!

She also used Dr Burns as my Medical Expert, whom I also never saw in a Private Capacity as a Medical Expert.

I think we can safely assume Dr Burns also took money illegally from the Legal Aid Board via Lester Aldridge for which he could be prosecuted.

Karen Thompson employed Mark Lomas as my Barrister paying him from my Legal Aid Fund. 

Except he wasn’t acting in my Interests he was employed by Lester Aldridge to help them cover up Poole NHS Trust Hospitals Negligence. 

This is totally illegal and another criminality they could all be prosecuted for.

Dr Nick Moffat acted as the liaison to Karen Thompson at Lester Aldridge and Poole NHS Trust Hospital, not as my Medical Expert at all.

He too was paid illegally from the Legal Aid Fund when he was actually working for Poole NHS Trust Hospital to cover up it's Negligence.  

He only saw me once in a Private Capacity, all other appointments were NHS.  

He too could be prosecuted for taking illegal payments from the Legal Aid Board via Lester Aldridge under false pretences.

The list goes on!


Page 17 The Third Operation On My Hands





About a week after leaving hospital Alan took me back to the ward to thank the nurses. 
Some of the younger patients were in the day room, and one shouted 'red dress no knickers', or something like that.
I immediately lifted my dress to show I was wearing knickers.
Something I would never have done before my accident.
As I went to lift my dress, the nurse put her hand out to stop me, just in time.
She then explained to Al that Brain Injury victims often lose their inhibitions and self control.
Proving the hospital and all the nurses knew that I had a brain injury.  

She then changed the dressing on my right hand around my fixator. No one had done this since I left hospital, I think the District Nurse was too frightened.


I went back to hospital on the 1st May for a Day Surgery Assessment, to see if it would be safe for me to come in for the operation and go home the same day. 

Then on the 3rd of May I went back in to hospital for the 3rd operation on my hands. They removed all the ‘k’ wires and fixator, then applied splints to some of my fingers.
They finally plastered my broken right wrist, as well as both hands. 
This was far too late to have any hope of my wrist repairing properly especially after the nurse had re-broken it. 
To this day it’s deformed at an angle to my arm, for instance I can’t hold my hand out for anyone to put change in it etc.
But hey, as I said I was totally oblivious. 

We carried on for a few more weeks fumbling through at home. 
The District Nurse had stopped calling to give me injections and taping up my knee.
Alan was getting used to getting me up, washing and dressing me everyday.  He was still lifting me up the stairs one step at a time.

The scariest thing was when he would take me shopping in a wheelchair. People had no patience and people would lean over my wheelchair to get something off a shelf.  While they were doing this, coats and cardigans would catch on my fixators and ‘k’ wires, or a handbag would fall off a shoulder and hit my hands.

Finally on the 15th May I went back to hospital again to have the plaster removed from my hands and wrists. 

Because of my brain injury I couldn’t understand how the buzz saw thing that they use to cut the plaster off, wouldn’t cut my arm off.  
I could only think of the things we used in the garage when building our bikes, which are pretty lethal.  

Because the hospital were covering up my severe Injuries and TBI, no one knew why I was absolutely terrified, so I was treated like I was being ridiculous.

But then I finally got to see a proper Orthopaedic Consultant, Dr Salter, who remembered seeing me in passing, whilst I was on the Ward, immediately after my accident.

Dr Salter actually looked up from his paperwork, and spoke to me and listened to Alan.  

He was very concerned about my Confusion and inability to communicate, as well as the pain in my back and neck.  

He said he thought I had a much more serious Brain Injury and would be referring me to Neurology so they could assess and help me.   

Alan was very relieved to know this, while I remained oblivious.

Alan collected the remaining disability equipment we'd been sold by the hospital. 

A kettle tipper and bath seat and key holder. 

The tap turners didn’t work, every time he clipped them on they fell off again. 

I was already using sticky blue plastic sheeting under my plates to stop them from moving around. 
As well as the strange adjustable extended eating implements with soft touch grip handles and a spoon or fork on the end. I’d taken these home from hospital with me. No knife, I wasn’t able to use one as I was unable to apply any pressure.  

Alan had to cut my food up for me for another year. Still cuts up things for me now in some cases.

Page 16 My Wonderful Carer


Now there is a reason why all this was such a nightmare, which I didn’t write before, because Al is a very private man.


Alan is one of those mildly Autistic that were never diagnosed like they are today, well if you're lucky. He's also Dyslexic verbally and in the written word, doesn’t spell or communicate well.  This wasn’t a problem before the accident as I used to ‘translate’ or explain to Al, what people meant and what they were saying when they were talking to us.  I spelt things for him, kinda like his very own walking talking ‘spellchecker’.  I remember spending a fortune on one of the first calculator sized handheld ‘spellcheckers’ for him to put in his toolbox for work, so he could fill in his worksheets and leave notes for the next shift. 

It was just the way we ‘worked’ as a couple.  Al is highly intelligent & a brilliant engineer!  I dealt with all the money, phonecalls, letters and people, house, cooking, cleaning, mortgage, gardening, decorating and gardening side of things.

Except I couldn’t anymore, so we were in trouble.  You see, this is what, along with my TBI and being honest, allowed Karen Thompson of Lester Aldridge, Dr Burns and Dr Nick Moffat, Poole NHS Trust and everyone else to get away with what they did.   
Al is far too nice, trusting and caring of a person to see their deception and I? Well I was just a little bit broken now. 
Only some kind of monster would do this to people they'd permanently injured, a vulnerable accident & negligence victim and carer.  
I liken them to the thieves that attacked the foreign visitor on his bike in London, then whilst pretending to help him, mugged him. Except that was a fleeting injury, these people were robbing me of my the rest of life.  Deliberately causing suffering & pain, every minute of every day for the rest of my life & Al's.

Over the next few days, Alan got used to sleeping on a mattress at the bottom of our bed.

He didn’t sleep very well as I was constantly being startled awake.  My breathing would stop and some survival sense would startle me awake with a feeling of terror. 

I’ve found out it's called Central Apnea, a feature of Syrinx, which causes my breathing to just stop.
I now have a baby monitor which regularly wakes my wonderful carer, Al.

I remember telling Dr Burns about it, and getting that all too familiar silence.

I also told Dr Moffat, repeatedly.  He’d just suggest It was bad dreams or PTSD and that with a TBI I couldn’t remember them.  


Dr Moffat and Dr Burns both knew it was due to Syrinx.

I couldn’t move when I was sleeping, none of that rolling over or adjusting your position.  I slept in exactly the same position for month upon month.  I had to have my head propped up and slightly forward so that I could breathe, if it went back to the position you would normally sleep, I couldn’t breathe.  
I had to keep turning my head from side to side to stop the pressure building up in my head. 

To this day I have never been able to sleep on my tummy as I did before the accident.  I have to be propped up with pillows to lay on my side, which even then is uncomfortable.

I digress.

Alan would get me up in the mornings after removing the pillows and blankets, then moving me very carefully because of my neck and back Injuries. He would do all this for me, and set the alarm clock for painkillers, which had to be taken with food, which meant Tea & Toast beforehand, late at night and very early in the morning. 

He isn’t a big bloke, and if you can imagine how do you move someone with as many injuries as mine, on your own?  Especially someone with shattered hands?  You can’t hold hands?

Think about it, broken wrist and elbow too?  And as for the TBI, severe spinal cord injury, the broken neck, back and deviated septum and broken coccyx? 
All those severe Injuries we didn’t even know about?

Now I look back, it was crazy sending me home, the nurses were right.  Unfortunately they are not in charge.  A Consultant or Registrar is, and how often do they see the patient.  Twice a week if you’re lucky and for about a minute.  Then there is the Hospital Admin., pushing for empty beds.  
The patient doesn’t stand a chance. Especially when the hospital has been negligent, and their only thought is to cover up that negligence.  They don't care whether the patient lives or dies, they only care about 'possible' law suits, image & Dr's only care about themselves & future earning potential.  No one cares about the patient once they've been negligently treated.

Anyway, the GP surgery arranged for a District Nurse to come round, to  
Continue with the Claxane injections. I was actually told it was Heparin or Warfarin, I can’t remember which.  She would do McConnell strapping on my knee to help keep it stable so that I could stand.  

Alan was washing me, which was hilarious, as he wouldn’t dry me properly.  He was so frightened of hurting me, he’d leave the bits around my nose and eyes wet, or between my toes.  I could only really say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ and barely understood what he or anyone else was saying.  So I’d just be sat there trying to tell him I was still wet and could he dry me please, but all I could say was ‘no!  Poor little lamb would sit there on the side of the bath, while I sat on the loo with the seat down, with this dosey woman crying ‘No’ at him.  While he was saying ‘what?’.

It got worse with the socks.  Imagine someone putting your socks on for you, which are shaped and have to be straight or they are uncomfortable right?  Well that was a nightmare, same thing as with the being dried. ‘No!’  

The shoes, were even worse, imagine the pain in my feet, then by the time the frustration of the washing and drying and putting on of socks is over, it’s the turn of the shoes.  
When someone else is doing your laces up, just a bit too tight, add painful feet and lack of ability to do anything to help or even communicate.  Nightmare.  Much more, ‘Noo!!’ 
So this is how we went on for a few days.

Then I had to go back to hospital to see Dr Jowett, who I hadn't seen before, who was totally dismissive of the fact Al was still asking for me to be seen by a Neurologist.  He didn't even look up from his paperwork during the couple of minutes we were given with him. He just told me I would be coming back in a few weeks to have the third operation on my hands. 

This time it would be to remove all the ‘k’ wires and Fixator and see if anything needed plastering. So we walked out of that meeting in the usual state of ‘what just happened?’.

We went on for a couple more weeks, with Alan struggling to look after me, toilet me, scratch my nose if I needed it even! Ha. Ever thought about blindness from stabbing yourself in the eye with a Fixator while scratching an itchy nose.  Not Good!  

Ah, joking aside.  Alan borrowed his mum’s car and drove me up to Stonehenge, I wanted to put my hands on the stones, to see if it would help them get better.  I know I know, it is just the ole hippy in me.  I was willing to try it, if it might help me get better.  Open minded about these things me! 

So I get thirsty and we go into a pub on the way, and Alan is stood there at the bar asking where there is a comfy chair for me, as I cannot sit on anything resembling a hard chair.  Little did we know that I also had a badly broken coccyx.  I couldn’t stand on my own either so it was sit me down quick or watch me fall down.  I was getting such looks of repulsion and being stared at and catching people doing it, who then quickly looked away. 

The funniest bit, Alan being given my orange juice and having to ask for a straw!
I mean come on! 

So we get to Stonehenge and they have the stones roped off.  The last time we went was to a pop festival, and everyone was getting naked!

So he took me to the Avebury stone circle.  I felt better.  We came home.  
I know! I’m daft as a brush! 

Page 15 The Day I Was Discharged From Poole NHS Trust Hospital

Alan was trying to hold down his job, visit me in hospital, do the washing and shopping etc.. All on a bike on his own, it wasn’t easy! 


Especially given the fact he was still in shock at what had happened and we now had only one income instead of two, and a huge mortgage! 

The state of the nation! Britain was still in recession too, and people were being made redundant at Flight Refuelling Ltd, on a six monthly basis.

Dave Clemas, Alan’s boss at FR HiTemp, a subdivision of this firm, told him that he could not go off sick or have compassionate leave due to my accident and that he would have to use up all of his holiday entitlement first! 

We now know that this was illegal, but Alan was completely incapable of understanding or even wanting to know anything about this at the time! So yes, another case of big business kicking the little man when he’s down.

I woke up on my last day at Poole General Hospital, not knowing I was about to be Negligently discharged.

Nurse Grumpy knew though and told Maurice the male nurse to take me up to another ward to visit a patient who had come back in. This was only my second outing in a wheelchair.  The first being when they engineered a situation where we would pick up a Lester Aldridge Leaflet.

This girl had previously been in a bed opposite me, and was also a member of staff.  I don’t know why she was in hospital in the first place, but whilst there she kept ‘fitting’.  It only ever happened when she went to the ‘Ladies Bathroom’.  Suddenly an alarm would go off and the nurses would go rushing in to the ‘wee room’.  Afterwards she would be brought back and put in her bed with the curtains drawn.  

When my husband started toileting me he noticed a ‘flickering light’ and reported it to the nurses as a possible cause of the girls ‘fitting’.  She was soon after discharged with drugs for epilepsy.  

Prior to this, she had daily visits from the Neurologist or Psychologist. 

Whoever he was, I think he and the nursing staff had all thought it was psychological. 

Well, she had now been brought back in and put up on the Neurological Ward, presumably where there were no flashing lights.  

She told me she had poisoning from the epilepsy drug, as they had not given her the correct dose, or her body had not been clearing the drugs.

I was then called back to the ward.

I was only gone about 20 minutes, but when I was taken back, ‘Old Grumpy’ told me that Dr Vinod K Panchbhavi, whom I had not seen in days, had discharged me in my absence. 
I only now realise that Dr Panchbhavi had probably not even been on the ward, the whole situation was engineered by the Dr, nurse & Poole Hospital.  

I would be going home later that day. 

After being negligent in my care, & possibly causing or contributing to my syrinx, Poole NHS Trust Hospital were deliberately discharging me with a broken neck, back, badly broken coccyx as well as a Syrinx a Severe Brain Injury and a Deviated Septum with Dural Tears. Purely to protect themselves from a ‘possible’ Negligence Claim.  They discharged me home to a ‘two up two down’, knowing I could die. Knowing I was unable to get up and downstairs & knowing I had no carers, wheelchair, nothing.

The other nurses were furious I had been discharged and told Alan when he came to see me that I shouldn’t be going home yet. They desperately warned Alan to Insist I was seen by a Neurologist before I left the hospital.
Alan asked ‘Grumpy’ again about me seeing a Neurologist and again nothing.
There was no ‘at home’ care arranged for me. No one had even asked my husband if he could manage.

Alan borrowed his mum’s car to take me home, there was no help from the hospital. 

When he came back to collect me in a wheelchair, he got trapped in the hospital lift which broke down. Some people would say the lift had been switched off with Alan in it, while the hospital played for time while they checked some legal point, maybe so.

Alan took me in a wheelchair to his mum’s car, at the front entrance.

I was very frightened in the car, and could barely breathe.  But, I tried not to panic and we got home.

When I got home everything seemed strange, for instance, I couldn’t remember the Kenwood stereo system and never re-learned how to use it. 

Alan cooked tea and then realised that he couldn’t get me upstairs.  It took some hours of trying to work this out. After a while he worked out that he could sit me gently on the bottom stair, then go round behind me.   He then lifted me, under my arms, up one stair at a time.  We got to the top, then he had to work out how to stand me up!  He then lifted me straight up, under my arms until I was standing.  Now bear in mind how dangerous a situation this was, as I had a completely unstable spine and knee, and we were at the top of the stairs.  He would then quickly turn me to the bedroom door and put himself between me and the stairs.  Alan then washed and dried me and brushed my teeth, put my huge tresses of curly hair up, so that it did not catch on my fixators and ‘k’ wires and undressed me.  

Then when he had put me in bed, and put pillows for my arms to rest on, he realised he had nowhere to sleep.  So he phoned his mum, as it was now ten o’clock at night, and arranged to go and borrow a mattress.  He now had to drive to his mum’s house, get a single mattress from her spare room, get it downstairs, out the door and into her car on his own.  He then had to drive back to our house and repeat the process in reverse. Then take her car back and bring his bike home.  Just so he could go to bed.

He didn’t know that he should have told the hospital I was in no state to be coming home.