Everyone is jumping on the NHS bandwagon. And they all sing with the same monotonous voice a chorus that says the NHS is in crisis and the government is to blame.
The only crisis is not within the NHS but within the community at large. And the only ones to blame is the seething mass of obese, overweight, semi-alcoholic drongos shuffling along our streets on the rare occasions that they actually indulge in some form of physical activity.
Little wonder that they do their supermarket shopping
clad in their PJs; bed is probably their default position once they have crammed a few more pizzas and another bottle of cava into their swelling abdomens.
We are the problem, not the government. We refuse to do anything about our basic health. We eat too much, we exercise (simply walking is exercise) too little and drink too much … and end up as an overweight, obese, semi-alcoholic nation that expects the government to keep on funding the NHS to treat and care for these self-inflicted illnesses.
Life can still be fun and enjoyable (probably even more so) if you ate less cake, cut back on the daily wine o’clock and walked instead of taking the car. It is not the NHS that is at fault and certainly not the government; it is us.
The focus should not be on finding ways of dealing with this epidemic of obesity, diabetics and sheer inactivity, but on ways to get people to take some responsibility for their own health and well-being.
Our local (regional) hospital has as good as refused admissions for four days and cancelled all operations. It cannot cope. But how many of those demanding attention in A&E really need to be there? How many of them could have easily prevented the need to be there?
Look, stupid, at what those letters stand for: Accident and Emergency. A cut finger is not an emergency. A migraine is not an emergency. Nor is a pain in the gut, a hangover or a toothache. They are passing minor problems of daily life. Give them a day or two and they’ll pass. They don’t need a visit to A&E. If your GP can’t see you for a couple of days (probably because of others with minor irritations such as your own) then drop into Boots or Superdrug.
Everything one reads in the press and on (anti) social media extols the idea of knocking back a drink or three. A bevvy is the answer to everything, every day. Jokes are cracked about having another slice of chocolate cake, about expanding waistlines. But is not a joke.
Children no longer walk; they waddle. People no longer fill a seat in the cinema, on planes, in cafes – they overflow, an unseemly mass of lard spilling into their neighbour’s seat.
In the county where I live, seventy-five per cent of the populace are classified as obese. And they wonder why their hospital can no longer cope.
If you choose to ignore all the warnings, you have only yourself to blame and have no right to expect the government or the NHS to take responsibility for the consequences.
It is NOT the government’s fault. It is our’s.