Susan Crosland

How I escaped from my hospital hell

The Spectator today launches an occasional series on the state of the National Health Service.

issue 19 March 2005

You thought it was difficult to get into an NHS bed? Try getting out when the bureaucrats say no.

In my own case you might have thought they would urge me to be gone, for I was a bad patient. Normally I have a high pain threshold, but that Monday as I came round from the general anaesthetic the pain was sensational and I took it personally. Returned to my ward, the curtains drawn around my bay, I heard the sounds of a nearby patient being prepared to be wheeled to the operating theatre. I also heard a woman shouting ‘Do not let Dr Mooney operate on you. Dr Mooney is a bad doctor.’

Dr Mooney was the surgeon who had just operated on me. The woman shouting these denigrations was, I realised, myself. ‘Do not let Dr Mooney touch you,’ I yelled. ‘Dr Mooney is known for the dreadful pain he causes!’

The staff nurse jerked my curtains open and flounced in.

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