Now, I think it’s fair to say: none of us knows what’s coming. And that’s why the NHS is so important. Going back, and really not that far, I have people in my immediate family who’ve had long-term illnesses, piles of prescriptions, various therapies, babies, operations, and check-ups. And not a single thing has been charged for. I don’t think I’m all that unusual in having sickly and pregnant people in my blood-line. Pretty much, everyone does. But the idea that millions of people, maybe people reading this, have to pay for their healthcare, is astonishing. I don’t know how they manage it. Okay, I know there’s insurance, but insurance needs paying for. And if it’s anything like every other kind of insurance, I imagine the premiums get more expensive every year. That’s incredible to me.
I only see my doctor when I have no choice, but I have no intention of paying him.
Okay, that was probably rude.
I’ll throw in – my mother, father, one grandmother and all three godmothers, worked for the NHS. Pretty much all of my mother’s friends – who I only really keep up with at Christmas but who I do keep up with – have worked for the NHS, in one capacity or another. They’re a close knit bunch, medical-folks, and I suppose it’s because they know what they do is vital, special and needs protecting.
Long live the NHS, peeps.