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Not the best few weeks.

I want to apologise for the lack of updates lately, but Jon and I have just gone through the worst and most mind-challenging weeks of our history together.

I can’t face writing a long post about every single thing. This whole set of events has actually affected me in a bad way. I won’t say I am depressed, because I am not. But I am definitely not in a mood for much.

In summary, the set of events run like this.

Jon’s car goes for a MOT and we need to spend a small fortune to get it fixed. Right after that we go on holiday to Cornwall (which was a very good holiday, I am not complaining about that – but it’s what came next in the story line), a couple of days later Tommy breaks his tail. Horrible and stressful few days looking after him, taking him to the vet, etc. Next, one of Jon’s grandmas died. Very sad couple of days as well. Then came my operation – which was a positive experience as I already described the other day, but the days before it were quite nerve-wracking and quite heavy and intense (I didn’t want to do it and it took me quite a while to auto-convince myself that it was the right thing to do). I had to take a few days off work and then explain to my boss the whole thing (you see, I thought I would be able to go back to work right straight away, but when I was discharged I was told that I had to take 2 weeks off work. TWO weeks!). Right after this comes my car going in for a MOT. Failed and we were told that to bring it up to scratch it would cost us around one thousand pounds. WHAT!? We wanted to have the car MOT’ed so we could trade it in for a nicer, bigger car, and now it turns out that we have to spend some good money for something that would have costed us nothing six months ago. Stupid us. And last but not least in the saga of the horrible things that have happened to us in the last few weeks is that due to still not being completely 100% after the op, and the whole issue with my car, Jon and I had to miss the Taking Back Sunday concert that I had been looking forward to go for months. (I am fine, I would say I am 99.9% okay, but spending the night standing at a concert, being pushed and stuff, maybe is not the best idea for my recovery)

Sorry for the massive paragraph and the lack of “returns”, but it has more impact if everything is told at once, because that’s how it feels to me that happened: all at once, with no much time to recover from one thing to the next.

Now I keep my fingers crossed in the hope that the next few months go back to the usual “everything is cool and I enjoy life just the way it is”. I certainly miss it.

A positive experience

There’s a lot of controversy going on about the NHS these days in the UK. There have been so many complaints about incompetent doctors and uncaring nurses that you always see something in the news that make you shiver about it.

However, I have always defended the NHS. In so many years in the UK, I’ve never had a complaint to make. Not that I’ve needed medical services that often, but when I have the service has always been correct. All my GPs, from the very early ones in Portsmouth to the latest ones in Basingstoke have always treated me correctly, with respect, as a person and not as a number.

I had to go through minor surgery earlier this week. Due to the nature of the operation I was worried and stressed. It was my first ever operation of any kind. I’ve been lucky in the past and I’ve never needed medical services going beyond something that can be sorted on a quick A&E visit. So I think it was quite understandable that I was nervous.

From the moment I arrived in hospital until the moment I was discharged the treatment and manner of the staff was fantastic. Reassuring, caring and professional. At no point I felt like I was being looked down on, or even treated with contempt, like I’ve heard so many times on the national news. On contrary, everybody seemed very interested on my name (having an “exotic” surname can be an advantage in certain circumstances), where I came from, and everybody seemed to have friends living somewhere near Málaga.
I really feel sad for all those people who have actually been on the other side of the coin and experienced the worse side of the NHS care. Doctors and nurses probably deal with hundreds of people a day and I would bet that at times it is difficult to just show that you care, because, let’s be honest, they can’t care about every single person on that ward at once! No excuse, I know.. but let’s try to be on their side for once..

So here’s my little contribution, my little piece of praise towards the NHS and especially the gynaecology department at Basingstoke’s Hospital. You were all great and I deeply appreciated it. Many thanks.