A&E – Day 84

My dad took a turn for the worst today, so my sister and I decided to whisk him off to the nearest A&E. We’d been haranguing various medics for a few days about his failing health, but nobody seemed to care. There was a poster on the wall at A&E that said the service was ONLY for emergencies. This wasn’t an emergency, but it was the only way to get my dad the treatment he needed. It was however, verging on an emergency as his kidneys aren’t working properly. We suggested this might be the case to a senior urologist a few days earlier, but he told us we were wrong. I almost lost my faith in the NHS, until a team of wonderful nurses and doctors restored it last night.

Making a million pounds couldn’t be further from my mind. It turns out that even money can’t buy you good medical care as all the private hospitals and GPs were off for Easter.

Personal manifesto

I am an A&E badass.

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