I don’t have a doctor. Well, I guess I could as I’m likely still registered at the surgery in Aberfan but for all intents and purposes I don’t have a Doctor.
The last time I visited a surgery was in 2011 and was to have a skin infection looked at. It was some highly acidic or caustic or alkali juice that was leaking from my face and wherever it dripped onto skin it caused scarring and intense itching. I felt I was like the alien in, yes, ‘Alien’… In fact I had been wild swimming in the Wye downstream of some cattle and I had seemingly contracted some kind of cow skin disease. Good news was the doctor knew all about it and within a few minutes of me chatting away had made a diagnosis and had prescribed a cream which after one application had me good to go with no alien blood leakage.
Prior to that I never went to the doctor and I can’t actually remember the last consultation that I had, apart from a body check up paid for by my dead aunt at a Bupa clinic, in 2006. I was as healthy and good to go then as I am now…
And so I don’t have a doctor and I don’t go to the doctor and I eat relatively healthily and I don’t drink much at all and I gave up the smoking a few years back…
And so I don’t go to the doctor because I don’t need a doctor and if I did need something looking at I would walk into casualty and have it sorted out there and then and if they didn’t want to do that I’d make some kind of a scene…
In my world doctors are to be avoided at all cost, hospital even more so. The NHS is the leading cause of death in the UK with misdiagnosis, with it’s super spreader status, with it’s bodged operations and simply because it is not fit for purpose. I mean, 12.5 million currently on the waiting list with people being told that they are to wait 6 years to be seen for a first routine appointment…
It’s time, it seems, to never pay a tax bill and to perhaps go private.
Further, I have a feeling that we really ought to just let things take their own course and that if our time is up then so be it. Of course I can’t promote that as a good and decent policy, it’s just, after all, the way that I feel about me and my health. However, I think we keep too many people alive for far longer than they ought to be. And we are developing more ways to achieve this whilst at the same time we are, behind the patients and the families backs, secretly euthanising the dying or the terminal infirm by both the administering of a cocktail of death drugs alongside the withholding of liquids and foods.
So perhaps I won’t go private just yet. Perhaps I’ll wait a little longer to see which way the wind is blowing. After all, being murdered by staff at Bupa is very similar to being murdered by staff in the NHS, it’s just you are paying through the nose for the privilege if you choose the first mentioned option…