4th Feb - R.I.P NHS


It's just gone 2am and I'm writing this from a hospital A&E waiting area. The reasons are futile, but I'm aiming an element of scorn this evening against the NHS. An unpopular opinion, but please, wait... I'm no monster. My frustration is not with the doctors and nurse themselves, who all work undoubtedly hard, and tirelessly, and selflessly to help those in need, during their most desperate hours. My fury, as usual, rests with the scumbags who have reduced this once-great institution to the crumbling wreck we saw before us today. 

At this point, I'll certainly not attempt to deny that my anger hasn't been exacerbated by my current state. I've been awake for 20 hours, and will be forced to scurry off to work, in another 4. If 'no rest for the wicked' is true, then I've truly sinned. But this plight could oh-so-easily have been avoided. When I called 111 at 6pm, I was informed that an ambulance would be arriving at my door within the hour. I waited, and I waited, until my pain became so common place to me, that I was no longer alarmed by the presence of it. By 11pm, I had given up the ghost and was seconds away from drifting into a snooze when the inevitable knock on the front door came. 



If we're now living in a country where it takes 5 hours for an ambulance (situated a 25 min drive away at the nearest hospital) takes a quarter of a day to arrive, what hope do we have in times of trauma? The culprits, as always, the Conservative party. The shit-stains of this country who have gaslit our thickest folk (and believe me, there's far too many of them) into a manipulative habit where they somehow convince the public - every 4 years no less - that there's literally no other feasible alternative to their governing. I remember the days when being a politician meant fighting for the people of the country, and the country itself, rather than just looking after your toff-nosed Eton chums and morally corrupt associates. 

We've now seen 12 consecutive years of Tory rule, sadly destroy the NHS, as a result of severe underfunding, budget cuts, and when it came down to it - a refusal to put their money where their mouth is , by denying a wage increase for the same folk they urged us to 'clap for' as part of their wicked and all-too-transparently sickly COVID-induced PR campaign. I've been on the waiting list for a surgery procedure since 2019. A full 3 years, and I'm sure many of you are in similar situations. As I type this, having arrived in the ward at midnight, I'm also fully aware I won't be exiting here before sunrise, such are the elongated 6-8 hour average waiting times on account of staff shortages. If Brexit was the vote which led to yesterday's disgusting energy increase, voting Conservative is the vote which kills off the last remaining nugget of pride we possess...




... The NHS.



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