Ican’t imagine what my various lifetime health treatments may have cost had I lived anywhere other than in the UK, or in a country without a national health service.
This thought occurred to me during the past couple of months while in the process of being examined and tested to determine my most recent diagnosis.
Firstly, I was off for my blood test at Corby’s Diagnostic Centre, followed closely by my chest X-Ray at the brilliant Corby Lakeside medical facility.
Then it was back to my doctor’s surgery for yet another electrocardiogram – or ECG with the same nurse who went on to fit me with a 24-hour heart monitor, give me a lung capacity breathing test, and administer my winter flu injection.
Then it was off to Kettering General Hospital for a full head scan via their new Toshiba Aquillon Prime which, incidentally was installed just over two years ago replacing their elderly 12-year old-machine.
It was at this point that I found that communication between the health service and me fell apart.
When I called to make a further appointment with my doctor to see if anything had been “found” as a result of my various examinations I was told by the receptionist that she could tell me.
She went on to give me a run-down of my results, in very basic terms, giving me the all-clear apart from a slight increase in cholesterol. When I did get to see a doctor (not my own you understand) I was told that the information given by the receptionist was wrong, that the nurse giving me the lung test had been wrong and that I had been diagnosed with something rather serious.
I began to wonder if they would have given me this information had I not made this second appointment.
After finally being prescribed with an inhaler without any instruction whatsoever it would appear that there is nothing more to be said on the matter.