I particularly like this 'horror story':
I went to the Doctor's last month for a, well, downstairs problem. I was given an appointment for that day at 11.30. I got there with plenty of time to spare, but wasn't seen until 11.45. I was livid.
Do add your own honest accounts of NHS care.
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Er… I think this is an example of dry British sarcasm!
I knew that. OK, I didn't. No, yes, I did. Not really. Sort of. No. I feel so...ashamed.
May I still come back here...maybe?
Jaded, we'd miss you terribly if you disappeared! And if you ever need medication or proper cheese, we'll organise parcels.
I went back and re-read this post. Much to my chagrin, I realize I completely missed the link. Idiot (me).
Thanks for the cheese offer.
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