This in today Telegraph. Allison Pearson lives in Wales and her account is pretty damning - the paramedics who arrived in the ambulance after 40 minutes were the kindest professionals she was to meet for the next 24 hours.
Here’s an excerpt.
“ Back at home, I texted my friend, a senior doctor at the hospital I had just left. “A vision of hell,” I wrote, “Hard to believe we live in a First World country.”
“I share your assessment of A&E,” my friend replied, “and it is the same on the wards. Lack of empathy and concern for a fellow human being. Partly cultural. For some people it is just a job, a means to come to the UK and get more money than they can make at home. Language and cultural barriers don’t help.”
No, they certainly don’t. Not when you’re ill and want reassurance in your own language. My doctor friend, a first-generation immigrant who has built a brilliant medical career here over 30 years, points out that the UK has failed to train enough of our own high-calibre doctors and nurses and so the NHS is hugely dependent on healthcare migrants from 214 countries, some of whom barely scrape the English language requirement (“I will ask my colleg”) and don’t relate to the patients.
Even though we are now, at long last, training more British medics, immigration rules prevent the NHS prioritising students from our own universities. Can you believe it?
It’s a week now since what I think of as The Ordeal. I still feel sore and fragile, I cry at the drop of a hat, I move through the world with rather more caution.”