In reply to some recent observations of the NHS, I was blue-lighted straight to resusitation on Saturday evening with a raging temperature that paracetamol didn’t touch. The ambulance arrived in minutes, at the hospital I was seen within minutes and all tests and drugs started in case I was developing sepsis. I wasn’t, but have bacterial pneumonia. The staff are courteous and attentive under difficult conditions. The ward I am in has two elderly dementia patients with complex needs in addition to respiratory problems and an unfortunate schizophrenic man in a private room nearby roars the most foul-mouthed racist abuse day and night at the staff. They are treated with exactly the same level of care.
At the other end of the scale we decided to retain our private medical insurance (at eye watering expense) which we use occasionally when we don’t want to wait, for instance when my husband needed a meniscus repair as he had got to the stage he just couldn’t walk. The care at the private hospital wasn’t better, just quicker.
I am so looking forward to getting home to my own bed today after a three hour sleep last night, but I’m not complaining. I am here, recovering and very, very appreciative.
And the bonus? Although I had a heart rate of 110, it didn’t develop into an episode.