Hildegarde I do fork out for private care. There are still circumstances when I have to deal with the NHS. Usually through a front-line of ignorant, rough women who accept low paid jobs because other organisations would dismiss them due to their unhelpful, Little Britain attitude.
In the last tax year we paid more than £200,000 in tax. We have paid an additional £15000 for private care in the last two years. I have no objection to paying tax. I have enormous objections to pig ignorant staff expecting me to be grateful for shit care.
2016 I broke my back. Went to A&E in a taxi after local walk in unit couldn't help. Arrived. There were two others waiting. Two receptionists. I could barely stand. I explained I could not sit in a low metal chair. I was told in that case to stand instead. I was triaged after 10 minutes and explained again. The nurse said there were no alternatives for chairs. I insisted; and the nurse reluctantly and rudely got me a wheelchair with a tut.
The A&E dr was horrified I hadn't been offered pain relief and hadn't been immediately sent through. As I was wheeled to A&E I was wheeled past at leadt 10 empty cubiles with both beds and padded high upright chairs.
It's called SERVICE (apols for shouting, it's v rude to tpe capitals). It's a word that the initials NHS comprise.
The next day my GP prescribed v strong painkillers . I was sent home for GP care; I will never know how I got off the bed the following morning to get to the GP.
GP tried to sign me off for six weeks. I went back after a week. I asked for a referral and told I couldn't have one for 10 weeks and then if I was still in pain. I asked what the waiting list was. It was 10 weeks so that could have been 20 weeks in total. 20 weeks not working potentially with a job at risk. I noted this and the referral form was slammed on the desk.
Once triaged I was seen two weeks later (I returned to work after 9 working days - pure grit). The neurologist confirmed L1 had collapsed by more than 50% and even on the NHS recommended kyphoplasty. However the MRI indicated the edge of the disc was tipping into the spinal canal but not quite touching the cord. She could not do a kyphoplasty without pins. As I was dealing well with pain we agreed to be watchful.
All managed with private physio led pilates.
If you think that's entitled please DFOD and should I ever come across you professionally do try to remember (in accordance with Mr Manners' guidance) that it's Mrs Roses. Not lovey, not dear and certainly not my first name until you make my dr's apt with Tom, Steven, Anne, or Carolyn. You know because I'm not subordinate to them. If I'm not subordinate to them, I'm certainly not subordinate to their receptionist.