TW: The NHS, hospitals and the cyst get mentioned. Also suicidal thoughts. Stay safe all x
The days drag by. We are eating pills each morning to try and make it to the end of the day. The same doctor who told us she could do nothing for us on Wednesday also prescribed two boxes of tramadol to us.
When we got home, all we wanted to do was down them all. The Dutchman was on the phone to us, so that didn’t happen. But, just for a moment, the thought was there.
The NHS seems to be staffed with assholes and also caring folk who are held back from doing their job by red tape. Consultants are mostly on holiday or on “sabbatical”, which I’m fairly sure is code for holiday. I’ve been struggling with chronic pain for almost a month now, and I recently was told about someone who works for my auntie who is on a waiting list for three MONTHS for a scan. She has right side heart failure. She could die at any minute, yet they refuse to do anything.
Junior doctors are being legislated out of the NHS and many of the older doctors are leaving in disgust. Private healthcare is so expensive, nobody can afford it.
There are people out there dying, and David Cameron is more concerned about lining his own pockets.
This country is worse off, debt and deficit wise, than it was before he took over. The NHS is crippled, and people are being turned away with a handful of painkillers, desperate and out of options.
You do the maths. It’s not a pretty picture
I’m apparently waiting for a scan that could have been done LAST WEEK, but I was discharged instead. I was told that the hospital was not an emergency service, and to go to the GP. The GP said she was not an emergency service, and A and E are an emergency service. A and E have told me that they’re not an emergency service, and that the GP is where I’m supposed to go.
Never mind the fact that the waiting list is three weeks to see a doctor…
Unless something changes, there will be no national health service. Right now, I can see what damage has already been done. It’s more like national service- you go in and wait, and eventually are handed the means to destroy yourself.
The Dutchman is always, always by our side. He never stops talking to us, he makes sure we are safe, and has helped us by ringing various people about appointments. So far, I’m being fobbed off with a scan. He is angry with the people supposed to take care of us, as are we.
Our usual doctor is on holiday- without her, we wouldn’t even be on hospital radar right now. If she’d seen how much pain we were in, she might have done something better than been not too sympathetic and handed us pills. She goes above and beyond.
Here’s hoping the cyst bursts. That way, at least someone would take us seriously… Or not. They’d probably tell us that we just needed to wait at home and see if it would go by itself. Here, have another packet of tramadol, and no answers.