Hurrah for the NHS

I don’t often have much contact with hospitals, being a generally healthy person surrounded by other generally healthy people, and I haven’t been down to the John Radcliffe Hospital since going there to be hit on the knee with a rubber hammer late in 1993 after very mild concussion playing rugby, but I spent almost all of Friday night — from 12.30 to 5.30am — down there in A&E, and without exception all the doctors and nurses were entirely splendid, and possessed of that marvellous and somewhat morbid sense of humour that’s probably essential if you’re working amidst so much illness and injury. So hurrah for the NHS in general and the JR in particular. It’s a fine, fine hospital.

[I should add that I wasn’t the one on the receiving end of the A, and the E is over and everything’s basically fine, in order to forestall any potential friendly-but-concerned enquiries.]

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