Is the NHS Collapsing?

Until the last few days, I can only remember one event where I had to be treated in hospital. I was making my home from the pub and I was drunk, I must admit, but not incapable. I tripped on the extended step (extended because of the wheelchair) and fell over. As luck would have it, I grabbed a large terracotta plant pot on the way down, but the pot broke, creating a very sharp edge. That sharp edge hit my head and sliced my scalp open. I tripped because I was drunk; the slicing of the scalp was just an accident.

Other than that, the only incident that I can remember in the last decade or so, was having to go the the infirmary for some sort of check-up. When I arrived, I was told that appointments for that day had been cancelled. “Could you not have phoned me?”, I asked. “Erm, we do not have your phone number”, was the reply. As it happens, the problem cleared itself up so that I had no need to pursue the matter. But no one contacted me to rearrange the appointment.

The last couple of weeks have been a disaster. I have prostatism (enlarged prostate gland squeezing the uthera which empties the bladder). For years and years, I have taken a capsule per day which relieved the problem by relaxing the prostate. Recently, I have had a few minor problems, but nothing serious.

There is no need to go into detail, but the doctor recommended that I have my urine tested for infection, and that a urologist should be consulted and that a ‘back passage’ specialist should also be consulted.

First, the urine infection test. It is ten days ago now, but no one has contacted me to tell me whether there was an infection or not. I would not have minded if I had been asked to phone the surgery and ask, but there was no such.

Secondly, the urologist said that he wanted to perform a ‘cystoscopy’, which involves threading a fine, flexible telescope up your penis into your bladder. Not a pleasant idea, but I was up for it if it was needed. Five minutes after telling me, the urologist told me that there was an ‘issue’ with the telescope, and he could not do it that day. Well, thank you SO much.

Thirdly, I went to see the ‘back passage’ specialist today. He did not turn up. The staff did not know what had happened. They had not received any messages from him. His name was Iqbal, which is neither here nor there, I suppose. The appointment had to be cancelled. They offered me my travel expenses, but I refused. Money was irrelevant.

(Actually, I slipped up something awful there. I have just recalled reading recently that every missed appointment costs the NHS around £160. I should have demanded £160)

So, in each of the three cases, which are the essentials, something went wrong – no communication, faulty equipment and absence of the specialist.

It is noticeable how the gradual collapse of the NHS, the wonder of the world, has coincided with the mounting hysteria about smokers, fatties, sugar, salt, etc. The exterior walls of the clinic, a very big one, were plastered with ‘No smoking’ signs. Every few yards of wall had a huge ‘No Smoking’ sign. It is the same throughout the land. Who authorised the massive overkill of ‘No smoking’ signs? It must have cost a fortune. It is most certainly profligate. The funny thing is that, once I found the clinic and passed through the gate, I had no desire to smoke whatsoever. Other ‘imperatives’ drove the ‘addiction’ completely out of my mind.

I had one little cause to giggle. As I approached the railway station, a young guy asked me if he could buy ‘a smoke’ from me. I gave him a cig free gratis. And then he asked me if I knew where the probation office was. I sadly advised him that I did not know.

Another little positive is that I quite enjoyed the train journey, even though it was only 15 min. I cannot remember the last time that I boarded a train.

The NHS was devoted to CURING. It was never intended to PREVENT. I suppose that the justification of PREVENT was that, if diseases were prevented, then NHS costs would fall. But the whole justification falls apart if the ‘diseases’ are not ‘diseases’ at all. Weakening of the heart muscles in old age might just as well be caused by indolence as smoking. REAL diseases, for which inoculation was recommended and promoted, such as whooping cough, were actual diseases which killed thousands of children.

It seems to me to be self-evident that resources which should be ploughed into CURING have been diverted into PREVENTION, and that GPs are flooded with demands to circulate ‘at risk’ groups with invitations to undergo blood tests, etc. It seems weird to me that the people being circulated are old farts like me. At 79, my days are numbered. ‘Interventions’ are worthless. The best thing that I can do is keep active physically and mentally. But that does not mean that I should be cast aside when I have a problem, as I have at the moment. I am perfectly capable of asking for help, and should be able to expect such help. But I neither need nor want constantly frightening TV adverts or circulars.

There is a TV advert around at the moment which shows a guy weeing in a urinal and whistling. He suddenly stops whistling. The voice-over says, “If you see blood in your urine, see your doctor”. Well, who would not rush to the doctors if they started peeing blood? I had blood in my urine. It is called ‘occult’ blood. There is so little that it is invisible. I mean really, really invisible – not the tiniest appearance of redness.

Why? I am not a doctor, but the indications (burning sensations during urination) and occult blood suggest infection. So why have I not been told whether or not I have a urinary tract infection?

I think that, like the election of Trump, Ministers have to stop allowing their advisers to be chosen by Zealots. On the contrary, they should chose advisers who oppose the Zealots. How else did a UK committee say that ecigs were at least 95% safer than tobacco cigs? And how on earth could ecigs be equated to tobacco cigs, and described as ‘tobacco products’ in the EU directive?

It would be interesting to know just how expensive TC is, and how much waste of taxes it promotes.

No wonder that services for ordinary people are falling apart.

 

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2 Responses to “Is the NHS Collapsing?”

  1. elenamitchell Says:

    I am also 79 years old and have absolutely nothing wrong with me at the moment, other than a slight balance problem, regardless of whether or not I have been drinking, which I do from time to time.
    This said while clutching a large piece of wood which happens to be my bed head.

    And I have cut down on my smoking a bit this last few years, mainly due to the expense and the fact that the habit had become somewhat mindless.

    I, so far, have had no need to go to a Doctor in 15 years, the last time to get my ears syringed. And because they would have me strapped to an MRI Scan before I could say, Non, Merci.
    They like to keep you alive in France so they can go on collecting your Health Insurance Contribution, although The French State now pay two thirds of my contribution, due to my diabolical, British State Pension.

    I get offered Blood Tests, Wellness Tests, Flu Jabs and those Cancer Thingies, but I’m not having any of that because I don’t want to know.
    Much the best way, I think.

    Sorry to hear about your problem, but it doesn’t seem to be a serious one these days. And you obviously don’t have anything wrong with your brain.

    Onwards and upwards.

  2. junican Says:

    Thanks E – you are a gem. The problem you speak of is called ‘mission creep’.

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