After my second child, a botched Caesarian (stitched up my ureter), it took 7 days of increasing pain (as urine backed up into my bloated kidney) before action was (reluctantly) taken...and only at the point where I was literally speechless on the floor attempting to sink my teeth into the consultant's ankle. 7 days of being treated as a hysterical malingerer (this was my 2nd C-section, I well knew this was all wrong). After the revealing, middle of the night X-rays, a culture of silence and secrecy still prevailed...and a lifetime of distrust for my part...not helped by being a wc women with dependancy issues.