I’m not a guinea pig or experiment


I arrived here on Monday. Felt pretty crappy due to the kennel cough and general weakness. I knew the day would be as assessment day by the doctors and the physios so was prepared for a few tests, lots of questions etc. I lost count of the number of doctors who slunk around my bed taking blood, and pouring over my charts. By the next day, I felt exhausted and had more bruises than I knew what to do with.

Tim had to go to Melbourne on bizz, left Monday till Wednesday. I felt rather alone because of the doctors’ being so intent on finding something else wrong with me.

The last straw was Tuesday night. The nurse manager came to say there was a particular test they wanted done as they thought my heart had done something strange. She told how she had a row with a doctor from  ED  who was supposed to do the test but abused her instead, saying he was too busy. The test was taken and it didn’t hurt too much. About an hour later, a huge hulk from Zimbabwe arrived saying he would take blood for this test. I told him it had been done already. He grabbed my hand roughly which hurt because of his gloves, and shoved a needle into the back of my hand near the thumb. By God it hurt! I told him to take it out but he pushed on the needle even more. By this time I was crying in agony. Finally he was done and a nurse had arrived to make sure I was ok. He didn’t seem to know what to do with the blood so the nurse did it for him. He was so rude, and I told him never to come back in my room again.He came to my door yesterday but TJ my protective Afrikaans nurse was here in no time, to see him off. TJ did the same to Tim last night as he had not seen him before. It’s nice to know there are people watching out for me.

Yesterday was more peaceful as the doctors stayed away from me. The paramedics took me to St Stephen’s Private Hospital for scans….results yet to come. The heat outside and the sunshine was wonderful to feel after freezing in the air cond of this room. It’s ridiculously cold.


Last night the doctors insisted I have oxygen. I slept well, but this morning my nose was sore and bleeding so I took it out. Executive decisions I have been making lately.

All these terrible stories and accusations against Rolf Harris really have my head reeling. The brother of my first husband was a neighbour of Rolf’s parents in Bassendean. We visited one day because the BIL wanted ex to help do something for old Mr Harris. Mrs Harris was a sweet little lady who made an elaborate tea for us… best china, scones that melted in your mouth, and Fanta for the kids. While chatting in her cosy kitchen which looked out to the Swan River, there was a commotion at their front door. Rolf and his brother had arrived along with Rolf’s daughter who was probably about 15 at the time. She was very aloof and ignored everyone. Not once did I feel my daughter was in any danger, nor my son. He was polite and pleasant to us all. I don’t doubt the charges, I just find them to be mind blowing!


As I remember him. Perhaps he was still a decent man till later?



Until next blog, take care, be kind and keep smiling.


8 thoughts on “I’m not a guinea pig or experiment

  1. Greta van der Rol January 19, 2017 at 2:16 am Reply

    The sooner you’re back home the better, Jo. Hang in there, and don’t be afraid to tell them to F off.

  2. Doreen January 19, 2017 at 6:20 am Reply

    Good to know you spoke up. That behaviour to you is totally unacceptable. Time to make a formal complaint. Why don’t they work together. Too many doctors running around doing their own thing and not one formalising a strategy that only needs one needle and all necessary blood drawn at once. You should not have to put up with that. Yeah tell them to F off. Who’s in charge. Time to find out and have a meaningful discussion when Tim is there. May be its time to go home if you can. Thinking of you. Luv, hugs and healing xxxx

  3. joskehan January 19, 2017 at 6:44 am Reply

    They are staying away from now, and send nurses into room. Lol.

  4. Jan Brigden January 19, 2017 at 8:24 am Reply

    Oh Jo, I got so upset and angry on your behalf reading this. What is wrong with some people? Good for you for giving that uncaring oaf what for! It’s of great comfort to know that TJ is looking out for you and after you. Keeping everything crossed that you are back home soon. Lots of love and big hugs xxx

    • joskehan January 20, 2017 at 2:54 pm Reply

      I honestly think he is uncaring because his country men have no real respect for life. xxxx

  5. Gerri Bowen January 19, 2017 at 4:38 pm Reply

    I echo the anger the others felt by the unfeeling treatment you received. You have to look out for you, which it sounds like you’re doing. Keep strong Jo and enjoy the good when you can.

    • joskehan January 20, 2017 at 2:55 pm Reply

      Thank you Gerri. Hugs. xxxx

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