There is much to bemoan about the NHS, from the cruel entitlement of its junior doctors to its zest for hiring diversity and inclusion staff when many people can’t even see a GP. I have been a harsh and consistent critic for years. I don’t like the cultish, Big Brother vibes, the gawping black hole for funds that seem mismanaged, and I don’t like the socialism.
I had a caesarian section less than a fortnight ago. I’d have one again just for fun
I still don’t like those things, but I have now seen the charm of the rackety NHS. Having a baby, I discovered the it’s generosity. I had a caesarian section less than a fortnight ago at UCLH in central London. I’d have one again just for fun. A handsome anaesthetist inspired instant confidence, understood my phobia of feeling sick and promised drugs accordingly. A young female obstetrician stood gently by while I burst into tears out of panic and fear that I wouldn’t like my baby.
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