I, too, was on a trolley in a corridor having just suffered an MI. I think the trolley in the corridor scenario is a very emotive one. I was very well looked after, all the diagnostic tests had been run, and it was simply a case of waiting for a bed to become available. The staff could not have been kinder or more reassuring and my trolley was as comfortable as my eventual bed. I'm sure it's a headache for ward bed managers to sort things out for emergencies like mine. This was 15 years ago, so I can't comment personally about how things are today. However, my husband is both a cancer patient, currently in remission, and has had cardiac problems, with 3 stents fitted at different times. He also has two knee replacements, so has been a huge beneficiary of the good old NHS over the years. Yes they have occasionally cocked up and he has been sent home, but in the end it's always resolved quickly. He lives life to the full within certain limitations (one kidney, no bladder) and has nothing but praise for his ongoing treatment. To see him, he is 6' 3" of robust good health. So in our case we have been lucky for the major things so I can cope with the long waits both for and at appointments and the other irritations.