Before I left the UK they had some scheme going whereby I had to be seen on the day I called and it did seem to be working, however I hear from my family that this has long gone tits-up as the result of more ministerial meddling (if it aint broke f*ck about with it 'til it is)
Mind you at one point I was seen whenever I strolled in there - a side effect of Prozac can be suicidal urges and I think I was scaring them
Getting to see my GP here isn't too bad, it used to be put your card on the pile and wait (the smart way was to dump your card on the heap in the morning) but now it's all done by appointment, if I sorry, the wife rings when she starts I usually get to see her that day. Hospitals are a bit different, it's a couple of months wait unless you know someone (and my wife knows lots of people, which is why I got to see the neurostergeon so quickly) and they love their paperwork (must have a referral no older than a month

) Or you can pay for it - ,y MRI cost about 200 quid, I'd dread to think how much it would cost back in the UK (anyone know?)
The hospitals are usually a complete mess, they just built bits on with no logic so it can be quite hard to find the right place (especially if you're not capable of asking someone

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So, occasionally slow, stuffed full of stupid rules and mountains of bureaucracy - but it still out-performs the NHS.
I'm sure they were waiting for my dad to die before they did his hips. Absolutely sure.
So, ok, I realise it could be worse but, ffs, I can't do anything, I can't sit down, I can barely get in the car to drive it. Even taking a dump hurts

Is it really to much to ask that I might take precedence over someone with tennis elbow?