Sadly…
At one point in time, maybe fifteen or twenty years ago, the UK was envied for having the best health service of any country. I think our facilities, such as hospitals and clinics, were very well equipped, but it was the quality and attitude of our doctors and nurses that put them above just about everyone else. The John Bull attitude of “we’ll find a way to fix it”. . and “you won’t beat me. “… put the NHS as the place to be if you had gotten sick.
I lived and worked in the USA for eleven years and obviously experienced the
“Who is your health insurance with?” Whenever I attended a doctors surgery or hospital, which I did on a few occasions. If you had good insurance, they couldn’t do enough for you, but the opposite would apply for those less fortunate. For the majority of my time there, my insurance was with one of the top three companies, when I was married ( a long time ago) our health insurance was $200 per month, and that was 2002-2008.
Anyway, back to the point of this post, on Thursday last week, I spoke with my local GP and explained my situation, a long story which I’ll not go into now, but trust me, there’s a logical reason that I’ve been confined to a Rest and Recliner chair for almost 3 1/2 years, so you’ll understand that my butt is sore, sitting in the same position 24/7 apart from 30 mins in the bathroom.
The doctor, a nice lady, arranged for a district nurse visit ASAP.
On Saturday, a district nurse came in, I realised, but said nothing that she was the same one that had been to see me in January. I was disappointed, to say the least, as this woman didn’t deserve to be classed as a nurse. Her first comments were that she didn’t know how to use the Rotunda I needed to stand and keep my balance. I’d explained last week to the nice doctor that my skin wasn’t broken, but the excruciating pain was like being sat on a drawing pin… permanently!! So when I saw the nurse..!!! unwrapping two hermetically sealed plasters, I asked what she was doing. She responded in that “I’m a nurse and know what’s best” attitude, and she made an “oh” exclamation as she saw the unbroken skin.
Again, I explained that, in my opinion, it was more likely a sciatic nerve issue, and I was hoping for a possible solution.
The look on her face was one of “there’s nothing I can do for you!! and started to walk out.
I had to really control my anger, and asked politely if she would move the Rotunda back against the wall, move the table she’d moved back so I could reach it and pass me the blanket I’d had over my legs that she’d thrown on the floor.
She did them like a bratty teenage girl being asked to stop texting on her iPhone.
Maybe she would rather have been on a picket line, but thats another post .
Because of my recent experiences and the news coverage, my opinion of some NHS staff.
Sadly, it isn’t good…