I have had BUPA private medical insurance for many years. On the whole it has been pretty good.
But at the weekend I decided that my little finger was getting no better. My dare-devil ski accident* 8 weeks ago was still hurting. Actually the pain was getting worse and so in that bloke-ish way I decided I should go and get another opinion (mine is generally ok – “rest, take paracetamol and if it’s no better in a week come back“…). So I thought it would be quiet at the Queens Medical Centre on Easter Sunday. It wasn’t.
At least I wasn’t brought in accompanied on each arm by some burly policeman! Nor did I bother with the hand-cuff things. And I do use deodorant – something lacking in that waiting room. I don’t have a shell-suit either so felt a bit over-dressed. One couple were practically copulating – presumably procreating in case one of them didn’t make it. I wasn’t sure which of them was the ill one – nor did I have the guts to enquire. Their tongues were too busy for chatting to me.
I was there for a couple of hours – which wasn’t too bad. Long enough to get x-rayed and diagnosed. Short enough to avoid getting some inexplicable disease.
It turns out I have broken my little finger in the middle bit. There is a bit of chipped bone too – which is why it is sore. Avulsion Radial Collateral is what the nice lady told me I had.
I’ll live apparently – which is a huge relief. But clearly I am ill.
But putting my pain to one side (pain is just weakness leaving the body) I have to say that the NHS were brilliant. Everyone I came into contact with had a sense of humour. It’s a tough job at times. Nurses are underpaid and over-worked. They are so often at the forefront of saving lives, but I’m not sure that we appreciate this…
* fell out of the shower.




