Hey Up Luv welcome to a new blog that comments on matters relating to NHS medical care (or not) in the far reaches of the United Kingdom.
Unlike other blogs about the NHS this one will be confined itself to the barely known area of the United Kingdom that lives above Watford Gap.
Welcome to Northernshire.
For the people that govern us anything above the mythical Watford Gap is as Germany was to Ancient Rome a barbarian nation full of hairy warlike peoples with no brains who say Ecky Thump, drink beer, eat fish and chips and race whippets and pigeons while placing ferrets down their trousers. For many of our governors anything north of the Thames is out world as beyond the Houses of Parliament does not exist.
By way of introduction I am someone who has lived in Northernshire for most (but not all) of my life and work as a practising clinician in one of the most affluent areas of Northernshire where private health care abounds, smoking and drinking do not exist and all my patients are Guardian, Country Life and Tatler readers and so if some of what I say is crap you know why.
Most of my observations will be based on those made by my fellow healthcare professionals who work around Northenshire and whose thoughts and observations I have paraphrased here as I pride myself on being slightly artistic among the cynical scientists with whom I am forced to work. Their idents will be protected as far as is possible to protect them from the various local Starzis that would not like their Soviet or local Politburo (PCT=Primary Care Trusts) masters’ thoughts and actions to be known to their fellow comrade patients whose health they seek to disrupt in the name of the true God of cheap healthcare called Prudence.
Competing interests declared as per scientific journals:
Only one.
Ensuring good quality health care to the patients for whom we care against the wishes of the Party.
Resistance may be futile but is needed to protect patients from the Party and its organs.
Now read on:
For the people that govern us anything above the mythical Watford Gap is as Germany was to Ancient Rome a barbarian nation full of hairy warlike peoples with no brains who say Ecky Thump, drink beer, eat fish and chips and race whippets and pigeons while placing ferrets down their trousers. For many of our governors anything north of the Thames is out world as beyond the Houses of Parliament does not exist.
By way of introduction I am someone who has lived in Northernshire for most (but not all) of my life and work as a practising clinician in one of the most affluent areas of Northernshire where private health care abounds, smoking and drinking do not exist and all my patients are Guardian, Country Life and Tatler readers and so if some of what I say is crap you know why.
Most of my observations will be based on those made by my fellow healthcare professionals who work around Northenshire and whose thoughts and observations I have paraphrased here as I pride myself on being slightly artistic among the cynical scientists with whom I am forced to work. Their idents will be protected as far as is possible to protect them from the various local Starzis that would not like their Soviet or local Politburo (PCT=Primary Care Trusts) masters’ thoughts and actions to be known to their fellow comrade patients whose health they seek to disrupt in the name of the true God of cheap healthcare called Prudence.
Competing interests declared as per scientific journals:
Only one.
Ensuring good quality health care to the patients for whom we care against the wishes of the Party.
Resistance may be futile but is needed to protect patients from the Party and its organs.
Now read on:
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1 comment:
May I be the first to welcome you to the blogosphere. I shall add you to my blogroll so I can immediately (well almost) read future posts.
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