Sorry it’s been a good few weeks since I’ve posted anything; no particular
reason, just one of those phases when I’m not “feeling it” when it comes to
writing - another temporary block perhaps. And life, of course, puts other things in
front of us, not that any of mine have been very interesting lately.
Today was a little out of the ordinary, though!
I expected to be spending it drawing dragons for a new book, and if that
sounds like a lovely way to spend time, I can confirm that indeed it is. I love drawing and I love dragons. I didn’t expect instead for Mr SDS to come
home very early with blood all over his face.
Apart from numerous cuts and a swelling under his eye which
looks like someone’s slashed it open and stuck an avocado stone under it, he’s
okay - nothing got broken and he didn’t pass out after he smacked the gravel full
pelt when he tripped and fell directly onto his cheek. My dragons
went on the backburner (probably quite appropriately) and I took Mr SDS to
A&E. His face was a bloody mess.
The NHS is wonderful.
I can't bear the thought that we could ever lose it; I’d happily pay more in NI,
tax or whatever was needed to help keep it. And of all the things that could warrant a trip to A&E, something
everyone surely dreads, it really wasn’t so bad.
Waiting in there for three and a half hours wasn’t so bad either,
if you can find your own amusement. It
seems we were in stellar company, for among
the names being called out there was a Tony Curtis, a James Dean and an Alesha Dixon. What are the chances? Of course none of them looked like their
namesakes but I couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to be
in some kind of surreal Celebrity A&E Waiting Room.
“I’ll have to mention this in a blog post,” I said. And so....... !
Take care, everyone.
“I’ll have to mention this in a blog post,” I said. And so....... !
Take care, everyone.
Oh no! Best wishes for a speedy recovery to Mr SDS. I echo your thoughts on the NHS completely. It makes me utterly furious to think of it being so run down and under constant threat, while money is mysteriously conjured up for all manner of other irrelevances.
ReplyDeleteHorrendous! Glad to hear that Mr SDS is okay. What a fine line we all tread, each and every moment. And I'm right with you. I'd happily pay a little more to ensure the secure future of the NHS, for all.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back. Sorry it wasn't under prettier circumstances. Hope Mr. SDS heals up quick.
ReplyDeleteAll best to Mr SDS. And all hail the NHS - only here could we have something that is the envy of the world and then conspire to run it into the ground. In the words of Alan Partridge - this country!
ReplyDeleteOnce Alesha Dixon was called, I would have been wondering if patients were giving false names...
Oh no - Sounds awful. Hope Mr SDS makes a speedy recovery although those cuts and bruises will probably look quite nasty for a wee while. Thankfully no bones broken though.
ReplyDeleteAs someone who worked for the NHS for many years I can only confirm that yes, despite the negative stories we hear, so much more money is now available for groundbreaking new treatments, CT Scans, Specialists, Keyhole surgery etc. but the demand continues to increase exponentially. We hear about cuts, but these are mainly efficiency savings which every organisation, even our own households, needs to make regularly to free up the finance for new advances. Sorry gone on too long but glad your experience was a favourable one and fancy sharing the waiting room with all those celebrities!
Thanks all on Mr SDS' behalf, he's recovering well, just not a pretty sight!
ReplyDeleteSpend a little time in America and I guarantee your fellow countrymen will never complain about your healthcare system again. Get well soon, Mr. SDS.
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian - have passed on!
DeleteI can certainly believe that about the healthcare situation- we really are so fortunate.
Will Elvis Presley make his way to reception please!
ReplyDeleteHe was next in line...
Delete(nice to see you OP!)