Next time ask to see the Patient Representative Officer and put in a formal, written complaint. After being stuffed around, over and over, I took to taking a notebook with me, In full view of the staff, I would say out aloud, "Right...arrived XXX am. When I was weighed and asked the "twenty questions" as I called them, I would again, in front of the nurse, take out my notebook and again say out aloud, "Right...weighed and questioned at XXX time. This I did for each stage of the treatment, up to and including "Port de accessed at XXX. That stopped their shit quick time, as they all knew that I was documenting eeeeeverything and that I was sick of being treated like just another number. I couldn't give a shit if I gained the reputation of being "the difficult patient" I wasn't there to make friends, I was there to be treated for my cancer in a professional, courteous and timely manner, and by God they got the message loud and clear that although I'm only 5' 1"and at that time weighed 49kg soaking wet, and was as bald as a coot, I wasn't to be F**ked with.
