4.00am on a sunny Monday morning and, guided by NHS 24, I’m off to hospital to be examined by a friendly old GP in an empty Outpatients Department. He reckons my appendix should come out so takes me through to Accident & Emergency.I knew what to expect from Accident and Emergency because I sometimes forget to switch Channel 4 off after the news and see documentaries either about it, or about the folk who most often end up there. The confused, the drunk, the unruly and the angry. If you’ve simply had an accident or encountered an unexpected emergency, you stand out.In my experience the NHS deals with acute distress brilliantly. People turned up, apparently out of nowhere, and raced me through the scans and tests I needed. Within a couple of hours they knew what they wanted to do with me. I just wasn’t sure I wanted them to do it.
They moved me to a ward to have a think. A few years ago I spent a couple of weeks in an emergency surgery ward. They’re emotional places, people doing better than they look, people doing a lot worse, it’s not remotely relaxing.
I’d come in to sort out my appendix but was being given scenarios that included far more significant surgery. You don’t want your appendix bursting though so after some discussion with communicative Registrar Alastair I went ahead.
He’s a smart guy Alastair, and managed the least invasive of the three options we’d discussed. 12 hours from walking into the hospital to waking up in the recovery room. Free at the point of delivery. (Is this principle safer in Scotland’s hands, or the UK’s?)After that, recovery. Nothing left to do but recover in the care of a cracking team in Ward 106, led by Mr Ravindran.
It takes a lot of people to make a hospital work and I was impressed by how well they all worked together. I thought I’d try to identify the ‘characters’ and whether they were doing it for the love of it or not. My concentration wasn’t up to it, so I went home, a little bit lighter than when I’d gone in.
Footnote: I’ve wasted the NHS’s time on my appendix in the past, so it’s little wonder they wanted it, and me, out. Here’s the team that looked after me in the Western General for two weeks in March 2011. Mr Potter, on the right, taught me enough about how my insides worked that three years later I could ask some worthwhile questions whilst in a bit of pain and under a bit of pressure. It’s always worth paying attention.
A brilliant experience of the NHS: good health care available to rich and poor alike.
Sandy, I love your rendering of your time in the Royal. I’m interested, did you sketch at the time, from memory, or do you ever use photos for reference?
Ewen, thanks. I did them on the spot. I did the colouring after the op as i didn’t feel much like it before!
I do them quite quickly so don’t use photos.
Wow… I can’t believe you have captured all this so well, especially while feeling like crap. Hope you are recovering well. The NHS is a pretty impressive thing. We often take it for granted.
Thanks Nikki, they treated me really well. I feel very fortunate to live somewhere that will put that sort of effort into making you feel better. Catch up soon.
all this while you were feeling crap? you are amazing 🙂
thanks Evelyn but 12 hours of sitting around: you need something to do. It’s not easy drawing after a general anaesthetic though!