I know how proud people are of the NHS here in the UK, “free healthcare!”. Well, as NI is paid, it’s not truly free. is it?
But anyway, I do love that the healthcare is the same for everyone (unless you go private), and everyone gets the same service.
My problem is the service… I’m afraid I got nothing good to say about it. When I had a pneumonia and was coughing blood, in such pain I had to sleep sitting up, I got advised to take paracetamol. *sigh* When I had problem in the nether regions the doctor said I had probably had a misscarriage, and when I said that was impossible she claimed I’d been sleeping around!
When I had suspected leukemia the doctor first refused to tell me what they were testing for, until I asked specifically if it was for leukemia, which he then reluctantly admitted. I had to wait a week for the test results, and when they finally came back they were “inconclusive” (I hopped on a plane the next day, took tests in a different country and the doc there called me less than 24 hours later to assure me it wasn’t leukemia).
My last encounter with a doctor, when I had had an infection stemming from a tooth that had spread to the top of my mouth, being so painful I hadn’t slept for 3 days, and the doctor refused to give me antibiotics, and instead wanted to arrange for me to have councelling regarding my dentist fear.
So… I am not eager. Not eager at all. Nowever, I’m not getting better, and I seem to have developed dysphasia (or aphasia for the US English). I’ve noticed that I’ve had problems with words for over month. It’s not that I forget, I’m one of those that will normally say things like “that thingy-bob”… but that I replace a perfectly normal word with a completely different one.
Other half has picked up on it many times (I don’t notice until he points it out). My writing speed has gradually slowed down, and is just getting slower and slower, as I now have to consider how to spell things, something I haven’t needed since I first learnt to read and write.
So, mix that with the constant fevers, the lethargy and generally feeling unwell, and it equals something that makes me frightened (not for me, but for my other half).
So, I’ve given myself a deadline, not better by Monday morning, and I’ll go see the doc. Ack. Not that I think I’m gonna get any help there, but I will insist on a complete blood count. I really wish there was private docs nearby, as if you ask for a CBC there, they will happily give it to you (with a hefty fee!).
I do of course hope the dysphasia is simply due to stress, and although stress is something I generally never suffer from, I am highly stressed about the fact that I’m currently comepletely useless. 😀
But, it could be something that’s developed from my tooth infection spreading, and if it is, then that’s not anything I can fix myself.