Don’t allow your seriously ill /dying relative to be sent a rehab centre

My husband is still alive.When I went [ to M Unit  in St M’s  once a hospital ]on Thursday he was having a severe prolonged asthma attack.coughing up some sticky sputum and rolling about wildly in  his bed.Apparently they were lying when they said they had the asthma medication in stock so he had not had his preventative spray for 2 nights and one morning.He looked dreadful.They had the spray you use when having an attack but nobody gave it to him.They said he was ok when a doctor had visited in the morning.I did not know that there was no doctor on site.It was a GP-led unit bit is now nurse -led.Say no more.Cheap place to toss  the old

It is not a hospital but rehabilitation centre.. do you need rehab to get to heaven?
They could not call a doctor until after 6.30 pm when they could get the emergency out of hours service we get by calling 111.No doctor locally could be called.. why not?I have no idea.They must be the only people in the UK who cannot call a doctor out urgently even when someone is 2 days from death
As I was going to bed at 11 pm the phone rang and a woman asked for me.I thought it must mean he was going to die  soon but she wanted to know when he last had a chest X ray.Why had they not rung the surgery we go to?
I don’t know by heart the dates of his various tests but of what use would it be? Can you imagine my night?
He was not dying right  then, they just wanted me to know a doctor had just arrived 8.5 hours after he had suffered the severe bout of asthma.He now has a chest infection acquired after only 24 hours in the place.
They blamed me for his not eating because I had not brought his dentures [which he had lost] Heart failure is called the wasting disease
I found the dentures in a book case and took a cab round,told the Sister and gave him the top ones to put in.
Shortly he turned red and his throat began to rattle loudly;he gasped for air.He had swallowed the denture
Philip ran round the bed and managed to open his mouth and get his finger in to grab the denture.
Shortly the Sister and a nurse  came down…. he was still a funny colour and had eaten little.She then whispered to the nurse,get him down for a soft diet.
He had been given a so called Jacket potato with some cheese when they knew he had no dentures….. what  were  they playing at.?
One nurse was in the garden on her mobile and two others chatting in the office.I noticed the man opposite had fallen half out of bed so I ran into the corridor and shouted for help.
As I was leaving, fortified by a biscuit I had found, I saw an alarm flashing for bathroom 4 but nobody was reacting.They say I am too anxious about him and I should stay here  at home and watch TV.I rarely do that normally
Don’t medics know anxiety maybe appropriate?

Call this respite? Just buy me a gun!
….
Either I am mad or they are all mad.
[He died peacefully in A and E on  June 1st 2015 , less than 2 days after I wrote this,surrounded by caring nurses and some friends.I sang to him and he smiled at me.Then he went.The hospital could not have been better.He should have been there earlier.What care, what love the nurses showed]