#nhs
My continued experience with the NHS is the sense that, no one is listening or fixing.
If at all possible go private, tell them what you want investigating and fixing.
A national health hospital is not going to cure you for, “A patient cured is a customer lost!; Instead, of fixing you, “Big farmer” will crudely manage your symptoms, with drugs, at a cost and send you home in prolonged agony.
It’s a lucrative carousel !
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 10:28 AM UTC
nine months.
a woman can grow a whole life
in that time,
but all i grew
was a headache diary
and a tolerance
for opiates
strong enough
to make me forget
my own name.
i learnt to sleep because
of the drugs
and survive
through the pain,
spent my days off
imagining
what a hammer could do
with a nail.
nine months later,
i finally sit across from him —
the neurologist.
the kind of professional,
who doesn’t need to
review your record
to have a diagnosis.
i tell him where it hurts,
when it comes,
the way it burns.
he tells me no.
he says, i’m wrong.
he types without
looking at me.
do you have any children?
i say,
no.
and without thinking,
without blinking,
without care,
he types:
not yet.
like i’m an unfinished woman.
a body of a waiting room,
inevitable,
late
to an appointment
i haven’t booked.
i leave thinking,
my god,
men will find a way
even in your most
agonising moments
in life
to remind you:
you’re a vessel
with unfulfilled duties,
currently on standby.
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC
We walk among hero’s every day.
And they are recognised,
But not nearly enough.
They all fight on the same team,
They don’t always have the same uniforms,
But they fight for you, out of love.
They get paid sure, just about,
But it doesn’t keep them there,
It’s their compassion.
They suffer long hours, and bad pay,
Overworked, overwhelmed,
Something we need to refashion.
Yet they continue, fighting for your health,
Mending wounds, treating disease,
Doing their all, doing what they can.
They do it with a smile, a friendly face,
They do it agile, and with grace,
Yet they’re just human, not Superman.
They’re on the frontline, hands on,
They’re behind the scenes,
Each a cog, in a massive machine.
But this machine is built by living parts,
And they’re breaking more and more,
Physically, emotionally, everything in between,
Yet they carry on.
They continue to fight.
A battle never won.
Recognised and praised,
These are our heroes,
Recognised, revered, yet still unsung.
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 5:59 AM UTC
My life, at this stage,
had worn paper thin
- clipped to a board, hung
at my feet, open to review
with scant reference
to the source material.
My body had been fragmented,
parts selected and cut -
the changes tracked
for future reference.
And there were end notes
(if you were interested).
I was saved for later.
Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 5:54 AM UTC
The brief needle in my arm
and onwards
the dog with the slobbered tennis ball
the boys braving bare feet in the stream
and onwards
soft wind still with a sharp edge
the brief needle in my arm
the tumble song of the ice cream van
and onwards
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 8:49 AM UTC
Nurses bursaries scrapped
Wages capped
Students unpaid, betrayed
By a stratified social system
That ***** on the helpless and the selfless
"Gratitude" is expressed
Not by redressing the balance
But with a clap
Followed by a stab in the back:
Oh, snap.
We're sick of your hollow applause: pause
Rewind your mind three years
To when you jeered
And blocked their cause with a cheer:
Tell me, is your conscience clear?
And when we think
You can't sink any lower
You throw a fresh blow:
Increase front line pay
But decline the same for our warriors in blue
Who saved your **** neck on that ICU
And the saddest part
Of this sorry story, Tory
Is we're outraged and dismayed
At the disdain you've displayed
But amazed? No.
Your track record is traceable
Applause a mere mask
Tasked with shielding years of austerity
That's crippled our NHS
With alarming prosperity
This proverbial middle finger
Will linger
In the memories of those who chose
A career of care
Over privilege and flair
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 4:04 PM UTC
Heroes wear blue
Blue like the sky
Keep looking up,we’ll get by
Heroes wear blue
Each one a star
Shinning through the night
Heroes wear blue
So keep doing what you do
I know it’s hard, but we will get through
Whatever colour you wear thank you for being there
So from all our hearts -that’s where love starts
Thank you for being you !
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
Socially distanced he whispered,
"it says covid on the death certificate,
but I'm not a sap,
it was the clap".
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 5:48 AM UTC
To clap, or not to clap, that is the question
Whether it’s nobler in the mind to give
Undying love to those who save us
Or by opposing, expose those
Who have systematically underfunded
A public fed service with malice
It dies, we die, there’s the rub
Chatter and cheer will rightly raise from
Many whose hearts are true and proud
Whose hearts must be hardened
Next at the ballot box to lift us:
There is no country without unity
No unity without truth, no economy
Without each and every soul, always
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
Working while COVID is lurking,
You are selflessly nursing and returning,
Those that were hurting,
Sometimes it can be disconcerting
But remember, we are chirping because of you,
Thank you for serving.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 4:21 PM UTC
He’s lived and loved, for 99.9 years
Listen to his story, don’t hold back the tears
Daughter’s love, for a now dear old man
“I will help the NHS, as old as I am"
Please remember his name, from this day on
And speak with pride, of our Captain Tom
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 5:57 AM UTC
No one on this wet rock is self-made
they all got fat with a safety net,
foundations laid
by mothers and fathers who gave
time, lives, thought, truths
so we can do what we do
It’s this we should continue
Let those who can
burn bright and earn,
that’s fine, they’ll cope
but your concern should be
the bedrock beneath us
Your every task should be to
feed, clothe, educate and make safe.
If you want Great,
supposed lost,
fulfil your role as public servants,
right and honourable,
that’s the only real cost
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 4:53 PM UTC
I see the ones
who don't see anyone.
Their skin is as fragile as the pages in an old book
and they look at me with eyes that have read it all,
seen it all
and are still scared.
I know their loved ones;
the worried fingers
that lace and unlace
as they stare a hole in the space between their shoes,
unused to the barriers,
fighting every instinct just to keep dear ones safe.
When I grace their bedside,
adjust the pillows behind their heads, I think;
every touch is their touch -
the ones that can't be close -
reaching through closed doors.
Every look is their look.
Every word of comfort are words those loved ones would say.
I hope they know,
and I pray they are
no longer alone.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
In times like these we must beware,
for we know not when end is near,
know your purpose in this world,
for time has come to be sincere.
To all those people fighting bold,
whose days are long and nights are cold,
for you and I they risk their lives,
so now’s the time to make them smile.
Give them strength and power too,
for we know not what they go through.
Show respect, support them too:
to all those angels, we need you.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
Bring to me your broken down
Your rattling and cracked
Send me all your fractured hearts
The pains; the sprains and smarts
Deliver to me your wounded
Your tortured mentally alone
Pass to me your elderly infirm
The babies born before their term
Rush to me your weak of will
Your dependant; addicted and lost
Blow to me those down on their knees
The drunk. Morose. Self-inflicted injuries
Laugh with me at human things
Your odd accidents and stories
Triage with me as I tend the wound
Make you better than the you I found
Present to me your desperate
Your shattered and your morbid
Breathe with me as surgery makes well
Exhale! On my skill your fate befell
Lay on me your one in three
Your canker’d and your wretched
Move to me those at end of time
When curtain falls on final pantomime
Please bear with me when times get hard
When I slip up and make odd mistake
Pray for me at seventy. No dotage; still I strive
So proud to play my part in keeping you alive
Raise thanks with me for visionary
My creator; father Aneurin Bevan
Have patience with me when I seem slow
Many patients to see in daily ebb and flow.
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
God save the Queen,
and **** the NHS.
***** the poor,
revere the wealthy.
Business is good;
the population; unhealthy.
Your life's duty to the nation;
Work, spend and copulation.
With currency the cutlery,
to carve the nation up.
We have no choice but to
sip the poison sup.
Turn weak on weak,
Anger from frustration.
In the cold cold heat of
the cruelty of this nation.
God **** the Queen,
and save the NHS.
Give the wealth,
to one and all.
Heed this call;
what we need today.
Is to take back power;
so we can give it away!
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
"Compassionate Conservatism"
and
"friendly fire":
Euphemistic oxymorons
capable of
destroying hospitals.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
Perplexed by the lack of emotion
This service once the fight of the nation
Little thought now that war was won
Little thought to who receives the funds
One nation is what was told
All services were once ours to hold
Now the deeds of greedy done
The profits to them shall become
The needy the poor will rot in the gutter
Whilst a city is built like no other
Care not for the want or needs
The delinquency has sown its seeds
No blankets in a harsh winter
No shelter for the wars that splinter
Gone the door where free could roam
Pay your dues again or face the laws at your home
Do not whinge nor whine
Your lapse behavior sees you fine
When its you that seeks their wares
You will find a cost too much to bare
When your cut or wound lays rotting
Reflect your moment of desertion
Remember this the choice was yours
You chose to watch as they dismantled
The Nations Health service and Closed the doors.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC
They swallow another piece of spiel
From a government who likes to deal
Not for the sake of humanity
Not for the sake of sanity
All for their bigoted view
So as business sits clearly on a higher pew.
A visit to the doctor this day
An offer of division on display
No direction to an internal source
Instead an offer to undermine our health care’s course.
How many are blind to this cause
A wrenching feeling cause’s pause
Not for the sake for changes sake
More for the knowing this course is fake
Those of ignorant stand
Who take the pill of this disband
Will hopefully live to see the day
When their ill judgement sees their heads in hands of dismay
So here we are this devilish deed in swing
No cause or desire for sweet birds to sing
The sombre day is almost here
When for your life's graft you will pay dear
No freedom to draw from taxes paid
Your last breath lies with the decision you made.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC