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Edited on Sun Aug-16-09 12:58 AM by Cessna Invesco Palin
For anyone who has been living under a rock during the current health care debate, the National Health Service, or "NHS" for short, is the publicly funded national healthcare system in England. What follows is a description of my one and only interaction with the NHS during my four years of life in the UK.
Used to be that every once in a while I'd suffer from cracked skin on the underside of the little toe on my right foot. It was never anything severe, never more than a minor annoyance. It would always heal, and I'd not think much of it. Considering the amount of time I spent walking around barefoot, it was par for the course. One day in January 2008 I felt a sharp pain from that area of my foot. Thinking it was the same thing as always, I ignored it.
At 3AM I had to stop ignoring it because the pain was so intense that I couldn't sleep.
At 4AM I went to the bathroom to have a look, and sure enough the telltale red lines of infection were creeping up from my little toe towards my ankle. They were about three inches long. Now I was getting worried.
I tried in vain to get some rest, then went in to work at 9AM, not to work but simply to ask for advice from my co-workers (being an ex-pat and someone with no medical issues, I had no idea how one would go about dealing with this problem.) By this time the red lines were halfway to my ankle.
Long story short: Having never had any interaction with the NHS whatsoever, not even getting a regular GP, I was able to get a local doctor and an appointment for 2PM the same day. After examination (and by this time the red lines were up to my ankle) I was able to check myself into a hospital, receive IV antibiotics and saline, was kept overnight (just in case) and was released the next day with prescriptions for antibiotics, pain killers, and antifungal agents (athlete's foot being the most likely cause of the original skin condition which allowed the infection to occur.)
Also, they had extremely good coffee.
So, to reiterate, I went from not even having a doctor to being treated by one of the best hospitals in the UK (Addenbrookes, same as Stephen Hawking) in a bit less than six hours. And not once at any time did I ever have to open my wallet. (On the other hand, I'd been paying into National Insurance, which partly funds the NHS, so "free" is not the word I would use.) The service was entirely professional, and except for having to wait five bloody hours for my prescriptions to be filled, everything went amazingly well.
With such a rapidly spreading infection, I've no idea what I'd do now in the USA. Probably go to the ER and get charged thousands of dollars.
The NHS is a fantastic service. It is by no means perfect. It can be slow at times, but I was always treated with dignity and respect, was given every available option for my treatment, and was made as comfortable as possible at a very uncomfortable time. Even when the bastard intern was icing my foot so he could gouge the hell out of the abscess formed by the infection. (That part kind of sucked, but I don't think that was the fault of the NHS.)
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