I'm a strong supporter of the NHS and think the staff do an amazing job in difficult circumstances. But I agree it's in meltdown and it's gone too far now to know what to do.
I was at A&E myself 4 Saturdays ago. I'd slipped down the top two stairs at home, rolled over on my ankle and heard a crack. Walk in centre closes at 8pm. Called 111 and was told a doctor would call me back in an hour. More than an hour later I'm still lying there in agony. Luckily dh had some crutches, I was fairly sure it was broken, and I managed to get a taxi to the hospital (there was no way I was going to call 999 for an ambulance). Dh couldn't take me as we have two young children and nobody was free to come and look after them.
Waited 5 hours at A&E and it was an eye opener. Drunks, people who had been in fights, another couple of people with clear mental health issues becoming aggressive - an endless stream of people accompanied by police officers. I'd broken my fibula above the ankle and the care, when I received it, was first rate and the staff were amazing.
Returned to the fracture clinic more than week later and was promptly sent to the ambulatory care unit for a suspected DVT (later confirmed) a couple of days later.
I think they do a marvellous job of treating everyone, regardless of background, in increasingly difficult circumstances. But I've found that if you're treated by different departments, they're over-reliant on patients keeping each department updated as the systems don't seem to speak to one another.
So far I've written off two whole days at the Ambulatory Care Unit, waited for hours and hours for xrays, ultrasounds, blood tests and results. The care, when it happens, is first rate. The communication is horrendous. I've been left wondering how an elderly person with no family support or other vulnerable people such as those with alzheimer's manage when the communication regarding care plans is non existent between different units and patients are left chasing appointments, care plans and medication. But I can't lose sight of the specialist care I received from the people who potentially saved my life by diagnosing the DVT and responded with compassion and sympathy when I broke down in tears with worry and frustration.