The NHS Murdered My Friend!

I will start off my saying that the NHS is such a massive organisim that you can’t really say anything good or bad about it. It employees around 1.5 million people. People will have many different experiences based on the individuals they come across.

Some will have good experiences and others pretty terrible. I will say that there is this bizarre stigma that you can’t say anything bad about the NHS and they’re all amazing. I can tell you categorically, they are not all amazing.

In fact, being in the thick of while my father-in-law was battling for his life (he lost but that’s another story), we came across 3 different types of people within the NHS system.

1. Some are incredibly kind and caring. They can’t do enough for the patient. They ask how they are doing, they strike up a conversation. Ask about family visiting them. Treat them like a human.
2. Some just want your bed. They are trying to get you diagnosed and regardless of if it is accurate or not, they want you to leave and come back another day. Their whole remit appears to be keeping beds free for seriously sick or injured patients. Not understanding of course that the patient right in front of them is seriously ill.
3. The third type are literally trying to kill you. They are so bad at their job and uncaring and malicious, they want you to die. They are frustrated and fed up and take this out on their patients. The people who die under their watch just become a statistic.