One of the kast Government's tricks with PFI was to give everything to Private Companies
In most cases the car parking is nothing to do with teh Hospital or NHS, but has been given to a Company whose sole motive is profit
Where is the NHS when you need it?
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One of the kast Government's tricks with PFI was to give everything to Private Companies
In most cases the car parking is nothing to do with teh Hospital or NHS, but has been given to a Company whose sole motive is profit
Globalti
Legendary Member
That's no different under the NHS.... the only difference being that here you don't pay for the medicines. MIL is sick and staying with us and was taking eight different medications every day including 3 x daily paracetamol "to prevent pain" when she's not suffering any pain.
midlife
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[QUOTE 3959435, member: 9609"]the rest of the world must be pretty rubbish then - from my brief experiences with the NHS (or anybody medical for that matter) I would conclude they are utter rubbish and I would disband the lot of them tomorrow. would rather take my chances than to contribute to that lot any more.[/QUOTE]
So you have private health insurance then?
Shaun
So you have private health insurance then?
Shaun
subaqua
What’s the point
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- Leytonstone
well it can only be 1 of 3
Bodelwyddan, Wrexham Maelor , or Ysbyty Gwynedd.
Maelor used to be terrible till the mid 90s , Bodelwyddan was good in the late 80s but went downhill.
I have always had good experiences at both of the above , Maelor saved my sight in 1995
thankfully never had to deal with Gwynedd hospital
Bodelwyddan, Wrexham Maelor , or Ysbyty Gwynedd.
Maelor used to be terrible till the mid 90s , Bodelwyddan was good in the late 80s but went downhill.
I have always had good experiences at both of the above , Maelor saved my sight in 1995
thankfully never had to deal with Gwynedd hospital
Fnaar
Smutmaster General
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- Thumberland
I am a huge 'fan' of the NHS, and it [paid my wages for a number of years...
But last time I had a check up (annually, for a particular condition I have) a massively overweight nurse had to give me info about BMI (mine had gone up just a tad.... still perfectly fine though... and I know that a BMI measure isn't the best way of guaging a person's height/weight anyway).... Had she done this with a sense of irony, or even with a sense of defiant pride, I'd have been OK with it. But she did it as though it was a perfectly normal thing, like I really did need educating about my weight, and like she wasn't the size of a mountain. Sheesh.
GrumpyGregry
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My late father was born well before the NHS. His parents had seven children, only three of whom made it past 14, the others dying from childhood diseases which we regard as trivial today. Why did they die? Because his parents could not afford to pay for health care.
All my parents' children were born under the NHS. They had four. And my mother had at least that many miscarriages. One was born in the first year of the NHS but died a few days later, may she RIP, despite what the Aged P always called the heroic efforts for the doctors and nurses. One was born in 1960 with horrendous health issues. He spent much of his early years in and out of hospital, and his mother had a huge nervous breakdown, and his parents were told he wouldn't make it to 10. Then his father got cancer, a disease which would recur in the father three times in the next 40 - 50 years.
The boy, having seemingly cheated death, then set about trying to do as much physical damage to himself as possible. Always clumsy he was hospitalised several times before secondary school, he was unlucky - the forks on one of his road bikes snapped - and when he took to playing rugby a series of broken bones and concussions and a busted jaw ensued before his playing career ended with a haematoma on the brain. He had children of his own. Both by emergency caesarean during the second of which his wife's heart stopped whilst he was holding the baby. And his children had the usual stiches and dislocations all threated by the NHS. He took up mtb'ing. And the NHS put him back together. And he took up road cycling and commuting. And the NHS put him back together. And the NHS treated and cared for both his parents during their final, messy, nasty illnesses. His wife was an NHS employee, a nurse. His brother-in-law suffered life changing injuries whilst working as a paramedic.
And at no time. EVER, did he or his parents or anyone he knows ever have to hand over any money at the point of treatment. At not time did he or his parents have to think "oh god what is this going to cost and can we afford it?", like his grandparents did, or "Oh God how much credit is on my cards?" or "Is this covered by my insurance."
And now he is typing this. Because without the NHS he'd be dead several times over. Because the NHS has poured literally millions of pounds into his treatments over the years and he has only contributed a tiny sum to it himself. Because folk are bitching because the little shop in the hospital was closed. Because someone with a self-inflicted and probably trivial injury feels like they weren't prioritised properly when they rocked up to get their free at the point of delivery treatment.
His answer to folk who criticise the NHS when their trivial ailments are not dealt with when they want in the manner they want?
The politest version is "Go do one."
All my parents' children were born under the NHS. They had four. And my mother had at least that many miscarriages. One was born in the first year of the NHS but died a few days later, may she RIP, despite what the Aged P always called the heroic efforts for the doctors and nurses. One was born in 1960 with horrendous health issues. He spent much of his early years in and out of hospital, and his mother had a huge nervous breakdown, and his parents were told he wouldn't make it to 10. Then his father got cancer, a disease which would recur in the father three times in the next 40 - 50 years.
The boy, having seemingly cheated death, then set about trying to do as much physical damage to himself as possible. Always clumsy he was hospitalised several times before secondary school, he was unlucky - the forks on one of his road bikes snapped - and when he took to playing rugby a series of broken bones and concussions and a busted jaw ensued before his playing career ended with a haematoma on the brain. He had children of his own. Both by emergency caesarean during the second of which his wife's heart stopped whilst he was holding the baby. And his children had the usual stiches and dislocations all threated by the NHS. He took up mtb'ing. And the NHS put him back together. And he took up road cycling and commuting. And the NHS put him back together. And the NHS treated and cared for both his parents during their final, messy, nasty illnesses. His wife was an NHS employee, a nurse. His brother-in-law suffered life changing injuries whilst working as a paramedic.
And at no time. EVER, did he or his parents or anyone he knows ever have to hand over any money at the point of treatment. At not time did he or his parents have to think "oh god what is this going to cost and can we afford it?", like his grandparents did, or "Oh God how much credit is on my cards?" or "Is this covered by my insurance."
And now he is typing this. Because without the NHS he'd be dead several times over. Because the NHS has poured literally millions of pounds into his treatments over the years and he has only contributed a tiny sum to it himself. Because folk are bitching because the little shop in the hospital was closed. Because someone with a self-inflicted and probably trivial injury feels like they weren't prioritised properly when they rocked up to get their free at the point of delivery treatment.
His answer to folk who criticise the NHS when their trivial ailments are not dealt with when they want in the manner they want?
The politest version is "Go do one."
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The NHS can never be perfect or provide the service that people want with the restrictions placed upon the staff and organisation.
One of the biggest issues is the constant interference by politicians
There are "changes" made to improve the service, then whilst you are still implementing those changes, along come the next brilliant idea and you start changing everything again.... there is no stability and no consistency
I can remember at one point the guidelines were that all patients had to have an appointment within two weeks, meanwhile a separate "target" was stating that giving an appointment within three weeks was unacceptable as it did not give patients time to make arrangements
One of the biggest issues is the constant interference by politicians
There are "changes" made to improve the service, then whilst you are still implementing those changes, along come the next brilliant idea and you start changing everything again.... there is no stability and no consistency
I can remember at one point the guidelines were that all patients had to have an appointment within two weeks, meanwhile a separate "target" was stating that giving an appointment within three weeks was unacceptable as it did not give patients time to make arrangements
GrumpyGregry
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State Heathcare and State Education.
Two things that are far too important to the well being of the population of the State to be used as political footballs by merely transient politicians and the governments they form.
Both need to be managed by commissions independent of government, and thus political, control. Certainly the government should scrutinise, audit and report but run? Determine strategy? Nope.
GrumpyGregry
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Demand management is a well understood business discipline. Take the simple examples of GP's who prescribe antibiotics when the patient has a virus. My GP clearly, firmly, and if needs be, not particularly politely, tells said patients to go away. Why can't others?
Not least because antibiotic resistance is likely going to kill our kids, and our grandchildren, by the thousands.
GrumpyGregry
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[QUOTE 3959657, member: 9609"]i would take my chances - can't say that myself or any of my family are here or any better off because of them. Yes, I do know that sometimes they do perform miracles and do save lives, and I am sure someone will be along shortly to say how their wee daughter is only here because of them, and then I will feel bad for the rest of the day for coming over as so uncaring (i'm not really I was a volunteer in a mountain rescue team for 20+ years) But I do think the NHS staff are too full of their own self importance and worth, always coming across as very greedy and money grabbing, seriously I would call their bluff and let them go.[/QUOTE]
Go do one.
Go do one.
GrumpyGregry
Here for rides.
My b-I-l is a paramedic. A rapid responder or whatever they call the poor saps who have to sit alone in cars in laybys waiting for a 999 call. Putting aside the motorcycle accident on duty that almost killed him and has left him with life changing injuries and all the personality change and mood swings a head injury inflicts let's see what he does...
He gets called out for people who have cut their fingers slightly in the kitchen. He gets called out for people who have been stabbed by their partners. He gets called out by new parents who are worried their baby has a temperature. He gets called out by older parent who think their child has taken an overdose. He gets spat at. He gets punched. He gets abused. He's been urinated on, whilst doing his job. He has held the hand of someone as their life blood drained away in an RTA. He has had to tell an old man that his wife of 65 years is dead. Et cetera. &c.. The guy is a freakin' hero and he does it for a salary I wouldn't get out of my bed to pish for. And he has done it for twenty odd years. And you know what? He never, ever, complains.
NHS staff are full of their own self importance and worth, always coming across as greedy and grasping?
Not the rapid responder who attended me on the day of "the off". A few on here will recall it. Not the nurses and doctors in A&E at Stoke Mandeville. All of whom treated me with respect and compassion. A respect and a compassion that my self inflicted injuries did little to deserve. One of whom wept when I went back a few weeks later with a thank you card and some chocolates because "hardly anyone does that, they just come back to complain." Not the nurse practitioners who did the two months of aftercare at Horsham, and who tried to remove the dozens of staples from my scalp gently and painlessly, and who managed the infections and dressed the wounds and who literally put me back on my bike. Not the consultant plastic surgeon they insisted I see because of the scarring.
Give me strength, some people just want to see what they want to see in folk.
He gets called out for people who have cut their fingers slightly in the kitchen. He gets called out for people who have been stabbed by their partners. He gets called out by new parents who are worried their baby has a temperature. He gets called out by older parent who think their child has taken an overdose. He gets spat at. He gets punched. He gets abused. He's been urinated on, whilst doing his job. He has held the hand of someone as their life blood drained away in an RTA. He has had to tell an old man that his wife of 65 years is dead. Et cetera. &c.. The guy is a freakin' hero and he does it for a salary I wouldn't get out of my bed to pish for. And he has done it for twenty odd years. And you know what? He never, ever, complains.
NHS staff are full of their own self importance and worth, always coming across as greedy and grasping?
Not the rapid responder who attended me on the day of "the off". A few on here will recall it. Not the nurses and doctors in A&E at Stoke Mandeville. All of whom treated me with respect and compassion. A respect and a compassion that my self inflicted injuries did little to deserve. One of whom wept when I went back a few weeks later with a thank you card and some chocolates because "hardly anyone does that, they just come back to complain." Not the nurse practitioners who did the two months of aftercare at Horsham, and who tried to remove the dozens of staples from my scalp gently and painlessly, and who managed the infections and dressed the wounds and who literally put me back on my bike. Not the consultant plastic surgeon they insisted I see because of the scarring.
Give me strength, some people just want to see what they want to see in folk.
GrumpyGregry
Here for rides.
Nah. It doesn't balance out like that.
For every bad experience thousands of people have good ones. But they don't go on the interwebs and talk about it.
