As a small but I think important counter to the Doom'n'gloom around the NHS at the moment I thought that I would put up my latest interaction with this overwhelming leviathan.Saturday afternoon I Started to get a little bit of blood in my mouth,my initial thought was you idiot you have bitten your cheek. But after a couple of minutes I thought that possibley just maybe the could be a little bit more to it, and when sandy peered down my throat she agreed, actually she said a very rude word.
She then called 111 and explained the situation to the woman who answered the call, I was having less issues with clearing the blood out of my mouth. It was definitely starting to slow down, so I was entering into the "I don't want to bother them, they are busy people" phase. Sandy of course totally ignored me and explained the situation to the rather decisive lady on the phone, when clopidog and asprin were mentioned she said she was sending a ambulance with a paramedic just in case. So I settled down for the looooong wait because we all know that a ambulance is going to be at least a 4hour wait.
25 minutes after my wife picked up the phone the is a bloody great ambulance parked outside of the front door, and two green clad women with lots of bags and the first cousin of the machine that goes "ping".
Blood pressure cuff fitted ✅ oxymeter on finger ✅, 8sticky pads and Hart trace taken ✅ cold stethoscope use, strangely no, Rachel the paramedic explained that she kept it in a pocket so it was warm, she said that if I insisted she could get her spare from the ambulance as it was probably cold, I said that I could cope with it warm. Lots of ice lolly sticks and torches down the throat action , and being totally surrounded by lady paramedics and wife and next door neighbour, the was also a bit of men are such babies about removing hart monitor sticky patches stuff. I didn't enquire about how hairy their chests and calf's were.
Those two ladies stayed for almost two hours, and arranged for shropdoc to do a follow up phone consultation later on that evening, which they duly did.
Shropdoc also contacted my GP who called me at 8.10 on Monday morning and who saw me in the surgery at 5.20 that evening.
And at 3.15 this afternoon I had a camara down my throat and it turns out that I had some minor damage done during my endoscopy in January, which has just reard it's ugly head and will be delt with early next week.
Something to do with heat, probably the doctor will heat up a Bowie knife in a open fire and push it down my throat, or perhaps they have moved on with treatment options since I last watched rawhide.
That is the NHS I have been waiting for two years for nail bed surgery to sort out the ingrowing nail on my big toe, but just the mearest hint of real problems and it is 5,4,3,2,1 thunderbirds are go Virgil take TB1 and set up mobile control.
Feast or famine.