Better late than never.
It only took eight months of sheer, agonising hell for it to happen, but finally, yesterday, my wife had her operation to remove her gall bladder and already we are seeing an improvement. Okay, so she’s laid up with five holes in her belly, but we know that the worst is now behind us and that’s a good thing.
The stupid thing is that her operation was at the hospital in our town, literally at the end of our road. This being the same hospital that the government has slowly been closing down over the last years and moving the patients to another hospital, which is a 40 minute drive away, not only that, but it just cannot cope; it’s out dated, run down, over crowded and run by people who just don’t care. You think the waiting times at your hospital is bad – you try a go there, you’ve seen nothing you pansies. Oh yeah, and the UK’s most prolific paedophile also worked his ‘magic’ there for decades, unchallenged, despite everybody knowing full well about it. Classy.
Do you know why they’re closing our hospital down? The real reason. The land it stands on – it’s a prime location, ripe for property development – that’s why. The land has more monetary value than the value of life and health care that currently it supports. Good to see how those running the country have their priorities set. Yeah, forget the fact that our town is situated next to a busy motorway and that our hospital is the only hope to those involved in a serious RTA, or the fact that the survival rate in our town for any emergency has taken a nose dive because the patients die on the way to the other hospital… so long as the money rolls in, who cares?
How’s this then for service? She went in at 7:30 in the morning, was under the knife within two hours and was out the door by 4pm when I went to pick her up. Utterly fantastic. Had it been the other hospital, for a start she simply wouldn’t have got the operation anyway, but had it been there, I’m sure that she would have lost the will to carry on before they’d even got around to start filling out the paperwork for the pre-op procedures… and even then, it’d probably be cancelled just as she’d donned the operating gown and settled down on the gurney.
Two weeks rest for her now… and I’m not allowed to make her laugh because it hurts.
I’ll just sit quietly in the corner then.