NHS, what is it good for?

Knowing what I usually say about this august institution I am sure you are ready for another diatribe about the murder of thousands during the covid scamdemic, but I am going to surprise you by writing something positive. Of course, there will be references to the eviction of thousands from critical care wards who then died and made the spike upon which the covid lies were based, and which still provide brainwashed zombie covid adherents with ammunition in arguments about how it is a real thing etc, probably i will mention in passing, the Liverpool Care Pathway, the systematic and systemic administering of deadly sedative drugs to hospice patients in order to end their lives prematurely. Midazolam and Morphine, to name the two drugs used.

But, I will start with the answer to the question in the title.

When my eldest daughter was nine years old she broke her leg while practising tackling during football training. I was watching from close by and it looked innocuous enough, after all, how much damage can a nine year old girl do to another one? She went down and, unusually for her, didn’t get up again immediately, then she started crying. This was so out of character that I went over to see what was wrong. It was plain that she was in great pain, but soon regained her composure. We helped her up and I took her home.

Over the next few hours she lay on the sofa with her foot elevated, out of pain as long as the leg remained immobile. We placed ice-packs on the ankle and Arnica cream, the miracle remedy for swelling, I was extremely unwilling to take her to the hospital if it was nothing more than a sprain, four hours in A and E only to be sent home with a bandage did not appeal. Anyway, after three hours I assessed her pain levels again, it became clear that something was serious amiss when I squeezed further up the leg and the pain was felt further down, I knew there was a break of some kind.

After the inevitable wait at the hospital, so you understand how unimportant you are compared to the doctor, the X-Ray showed that the tibia was sheared across the growth plate where it meets the ankle. It was a serious break. They sent us away with a temporary plaster cast on my daughter’s leg, saying that once the consultant had seen the pictures we would be told what the next course of action would be. They said that there was no point putting a proper cast on immediately because there would definitely be serious swelling and the cast would become ineffective, they were surprised that there was no swelling yet. I didn’t tell them about the Arnica, ‘real’ medical professionals sneer at such things no matter how effective they prove to be.

At 8.30am the next day I received a call from the consultant at the hospital, he had arrived at work and found my daughter’s X-Rays on top of his pile of work. His assessment was that, because of her age, and the position of the break, complications were very likely unless an operation was performed to place a titanium screw through the base of the tibia and into the sheared off part of the bone to ensure the bone knitted fully. He asked me to bring her in immediately for more X-Rays and so they could schedule the operation.

We arrived at the hospital at 9.30am, by 2.30 she was in theatre. The operation took 45 minutes, by 8pm she was discharged.

Several amazing things resulted from this. The first was that because the bone was pinned my daughter was not required to wear a plaster cast, she had a thick bandage, only to protect the operation incision, the second was that because the bone was pinned and joined across the break so effectively she felt no pain from the break after the anaesthetic wore off, the third thing was that because the bone was pinned she was able to take full weight bearing after only one week on a crutch, she was walking after a fortnight and running on it three weeks after the operation.

This was several years before it became apparent to me that the NHS indulges in euthenasia, although those facts were well known already to many, they just suffered the Cassandra effect, doomed to be disbelieved for their truthsaying. It was also several years before the covid lies and the mass murder undertaken by the NHS to fuel the propaganda drive, so I can be forgiven for being in awe of the NHS machine on this occasion.

When I take inventory of this event:

A and E with X-Ray – doctors, nurses, radiologist, radiographer. The machinery and infrastructure of this first response effort, the hospital just being there, ready and waiting as my daughter became injured.

The consultant, more X-Rays, other radiologists, radiographers, nurses. Expensive machines waiting for our need to become apparent. A hospital full of all the stuff it takes to make this possible.

An operating theatre, surgeon, anaesthetist, theatre nursing team, more infrastructure and equipment.

Aftercare, the return visit six months later to remove the screw, with all the above… Again.

My daughter, however, never ran without fear after that. Although there was no physical pain, the emotional scars were apparent. She never went in to tackle with such blithe lack of concern as she had prior to breaking her leg. The innocence of the perfect child was shattered, her body had let her down and was not to be forgiven. Within months of this she started making huge advances in the pool and chose to give up football. A decision that is fully justified as events unfolded.

So, to answer my question, what is the NHS good for? Quite a lot really. First response, operations that save your life, acute trauma treatment, these are the strengths, and unarguably the only things the free at point of use service should be doing. The converse? What is this huge, monolithic, behemoth not so good at? Long term care. It has become clear that administration of long term ill people has given way to euthenasia, the invoices for Midazolam and Morphine and the widespread prescription of these drugs which suppress heart-rate and breathing in patients who already have breathing issues indicates that the Liverpool ‘care’ pathway is alive and well, if you’ll pardon the pun.

The way that triage works on patients who are deemed to be on the way out anyway, and the way that patients who have been given the death sentence by doctors miraculously fail to die if they are rescued from the hospital environment, and the recommended treatment is not taken, tells the story. My sister died in this way, drug levels increased, food and water denied to her until she died one night alone, dehydrated and wasted. My wife, rescued from the same fate is still alive and recovering slowly from the tender ministrations of the good Doctor Singh at Watford General Hospital.

I do not know what the triage criteria are, where the watershed is that allows some to be saved and some to be consigned to the rubbish. It occurs to me that perhaps Dr Shipman, if he was actually a real person and not another invented bogeyman, was thrown under the bus, when it has become so obvious that this euthenasia is endemic. Maybe he became greedy and sought to profit from the murder and that was beyond the pale so he had to be sacrificed, maybe someone stumbled across him and he had to be ‘let go’. That is totally wild speculation, and can be read as such. Everything else here is established fact, and can be verified with a little research, but you’d better be quick as information is becoming a scarce resource these days.

Another opportunity to wish my sister love and light, she is certainly in a place where her suffering is less.

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