It is too amusing, one day after I wrote a paean of praise to the UK's National Health Service in the pages of Time Goes By I was once again the grateful recipient of its many splendid services. There is no need to go into great detail; let me just say, that on Saturday afternoon I had cause to ring for an ambulance. We live 30 miles from the nearest hospital, it is not a good idea to hang about waiting for the situation to improve; if in doubt, call the Service out. The local paramedic arrived within 7 minutes, the ambulance with a driver and a further highly trained and efficient paramedic within 16 minutes. After some preliminary tests and examinations these professionals decided that the patient (me, as it happens) should be taken to the hospital immediately.
Having arrived at Accident and Emergency a full programme of assessment, tests, examinations and treatments swung into action. Of course, it took time and for some the waiting between each course of action might have been tedious but I was glad that no effort or expense were spared to get to the bottom of things. The medics decided that I should stay in overnight, for observation.
A boring night and morning of repeated tests, little sleep and hospital food followed. Test results proved negative and I was allowed home after lunch. Right to the end the Service was excellent, in order to spare my husband, who is somewhat elderly, the 60 mile round trip, I was taken home by car, free and gratis, on the NHS.
We in the UK all know that the Service is creaking at the seams, for a variety of reasons, but I am very grateful to the NHS; My husband and I have had need of it a good few times in the past 20 years and it has never let us down.