Nice people thread part 3- Nice as pie

silvercar

wageslave wrote: »

That was wageslave sans two small extremely expensive children.

And before she felt the slightest need to research private health care.

I am never again, as long as I live, doing A&E with a sick child in her dressing gown and a blanket on a Saturday night.

I do still browse pret-a-thingy just to torture myself

You need to do the research before the "sick in the middle of the night".

You want to know (a) the nearest A&E with a separate paediatric casualty dept and (b) the phone number of an out of hours private GP.

In our area you can also call the surgery and sometimes be directed to a different surgery who are providing out of hours cover for a group of GPs, though I'm not sure if this is nationwide. Then you can phone this up and, depending where the out of hours cover at the time is situated, decide to go to it or back to option (b).

Another option is to ring round casualty departments and ask them how long the wait would be for a child with XX symptons.

lostinrates

wageslave wrote: »

I have settled for semi-starvation, it is literally the only way I can stay slim.

I obsessively count calories and am consumed with guilt if I eat over twelve hundred a day.

Where is this average woman who can eat 2000 and maintain her weight?

She isn't living in my house

Coupe of years ago they worked out I had the metabolism of someone in a coma or something disgusting. The anphetamines I was having were GREAT I really miss them. I couldn't eat like a normal person, I never could * and I never will be able to, but I was losing weight rather than just staving it off.

Then they withdrew it because people were having heart attacks. Note to health professionals: fat people will do. Now with my thyroid packing up although there is now a feelabe goitre my bloods read normal...so I can't get thyroxine :mad:

(thyroid was inevitable it runs in my maternal family....just early for me)

* when I was really fit...and I was pretty fit...I still ate ''like a woman'' hen I should have been consuming well over the average to maintain weight. I smoked a bit then too. and other things. If I were a horse I'd be a good doer and worth a fortune.

vivatifosi

silvercar wrote: »

You need to do the research before the "sick in the middle of the night".

You want to know (a) the nearest A&E with a separate paediatric casualty dept and (b) the phone number of an out of hours private GP.

In our area you can also call the surgery and sometimes be directed to a different surgery who are providing out of hours cover for a group of GPs, though I'm not sure if this is nationwide. Then you can phone this up and, depending where the out of hours cover at the time is situated, decide to go to it or back to option (b).

Another option is to ring round casualty departments and ask them how long the wait would be for a child with XX symptons.

That's really smart. I'm going to quote this post to several people I know with kids who worry about such things.

silvercar

vivatifosi wrote: »

That's really smart. I'm going to quote this post to several people I know with kids who worry about such things.

To add to it, if you call out a private GP they come armed with medicines (unless you need something rare), so no traipsing off, with sick child in tow, to find the nearest pharmacy open at 2 am.

There are also minor treatment centres which are a half way house between A&E and the GP out of hours, but they generally can't do X-rays and have limited resources.

wageslave

lostinrates wrote: »

Coupe of years ago they worked out I had the metabolism of someone in a coma or something disgusting. /QUOTE]

Snap, only I dont have the excuse of an illness, only years of anorexia and bulemia. The joys of a happy marriage:cool:

I cant eat normally. I have so fu ck ed up my metabolism that if I try I end up a size 22 which is just another kind of abuse.

Serves me right really

lostinrates

Malcolm. wrote: »

I'm finding these hourglass and blob shapes difficult to picture.

Photos please. :):)

Caveat. of you - not a real hourglass or blob.

No photo of me. I do have a photo of dh's car upside down though.

Insurance amounts were agreed today, and its all very depressing. I daren't consider what our next insurance premium will be!

PasturesNew

In my county there's only one hospital. So it's that (20 miles) or go to another county (50 miles). There's no choice.

Malcolm.

When the little one had croup in the middle of the night, we went to the nearest Hospital A&E, it had a separate area for paediatrics which was more pleasant than waiting with drunks.

I still hate the hospital and emotionally I'd prefer to go elsewhere. It holds tragic memories.

lostinrates

PasturesNew wrote: »

In my county there's only one hospital. So it's that (20 miles) or go to another county (50 miles). There's no choice.

we have a choice of two, about the same time to drive to, one to the north one to the south. The minor injury unit is close though.

wageslave

silvercar wrote: »

You need to do the research before the "sick in the middle of the night".

You want to know (a) the nearest A&E with a separate paediatric casualty dept and (b) the phone number of an out of hours private GP.

In our area you can also call the surgery and sometimes be directed to a different surgery who are providing out of hours cover for a group of GPs, though I'm not sure if this is nationwide. Then you can phone this up and, depending where the out of hours cover at the time is situated, decide to go to it or back to option (b).

Another option is to ring round casualty departments and ask them how long the wait would be for a child with XX symptons.

I live in a small town, only one A&E. The quack was called out on an emergency and there went our appointment. One doctor, four hours of waiting

The only way forward has to be private. I seriously cant afford it and, considering I can't opt out of the NHS, I really resent it.

I have two small girls. Small children get ill at inconvenient times. I have to be practical

I am never again sitting with two little girls, one of them anything but well, amongst a load of junkies and alkies. I am appalled that I was expected to.

On a Monday morning, sitting at my desk, I am happy to make all the right noises about people with addictions.

When it impunges on the safety and welfare of my girls, I need to make other arrangements