It would appear that on Thursday, I cared enough about this to start writing a blog about it, for I just found this in my phone. I will share it with you now, but I have a feeling that my anger, may have been steroid induced and this blog acts as a good example of my personal and irrational steroid rage rather than a social commentary about bureaucracy within the NHS. You decide. It does seem like a strange thing to get annoyed about, but I can occasionally be ‘hot headed’.
So here it is, a rant, apparently…
I have experienced the NHS in all it’s glory since I was diagnosed. I have received some very expensive drugs, been scanned so that there are now no secrets and had cement put in my back. I love the NHS.
That said, today, I have rocked up for my treatment as I have done 40 times before and I was told that for the time I am in Daycare, all 90 minutes of it, I have to wear a patient tag. Apparently, some review body said that it is compulsory. What an absolute load of Codswallop. Nobody looked at it. I knew they wouldn’t. It’s just an extra thing for me to remove when I get home along with the cotton wool on my veins.
I cannot understand how this is going to improve my care or indeed anybody else’s on the second floor. Does this review body actually contain Medically Trained People? You are wasting my time.
So, that was indeed a rant. I could hide from it, but part of me finds it incredibly funny how angry being temporarily branded by the NHS made me. There must be bigger things for people to care about… Like, faster treatment and better corned beef sandwiches, perhaps?
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.