University of Sussex Hospitals Trust

This is real, this is clown world so get honking guys ‘n gals.

This outfit, that oversees a group of major hospitals, one of which is a children’s hospital has proudly announced male ‘Chest milk’ to be no different to female and perfectly safe for feeding infants. Despite the fact that the drug used to induce lactation in males (yes, you heard that bit right) has not been intended to be used for this purpose by the manufacturers due to the fact that it can cause heart issues in newborns.

Let’s feed it to newborns then.

Despite the fact that a male is not a female and never will be in a natural world with the myriad mental ‘elf isshoos suffered by these mentalist, twisted fucks who insist on pronoun psychosis and flip out if not recognised for what they think they are.

What kind of rainbow fuckery are our health institutions turning to in the name of diversity

The link given here also contains a link to the Telegraph article but that is behind a paywall, nevertheless, enough retardation is evident for cunters to get the sorry gist of the matter.

Read it and weep.

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Nominated by: Pooter

And seconded by: Balsamic Dave

There’s an excellent article in the Spectator today about this (albeit again behind a paywall) – pointing out that none of this is actually borne out by science, and, worse, the drug used to induce male lactation, Domperidone, has not been established as safe – and is in fact not licensed in America because it is linked to causing heart problems.

So basically these bastards are putting the rights of a deranged pervert to feed babies potentially life-threatening poison over the right of a baby to a basic guarantee of nutritional safety. Unkle T needs to set the oven to full blast.

Spectator

And then there’s this from Cuntamus Prime

A cunting for the bungling incompetence of University Hospitals Sussex NHS trust for not keeping their records up to date, with no record of my last visit to a hospital department, no record of any clinical decisions made, no scan results on my file, and an afternoon wasted, a consultant i’d never met embarrassed by not having anything to refer back to. Now a new appointment must be organised and clinical letters found from within the ‘system’, or typed up six months after the event.

However this failure is not a new development, but the latest in a series, as the same trust bungled my biopsy back in September. I’d informed the department i was on medication that might affect the procedure but it never reached the consultant due to carry it out.

Family and their friends have also experienced similar mishaps since Covid. The art of communicating clinically important information seems unimportant to the slobs posing as medical secretaries, receptionists and pen-pushers and paper shufflers whose job it is to keep the ‘system’ updated.

That’s when they aren’t getting those systems confused: two different systems for blood testing in the same trust, for example.

To quote John Hurt in Contact, ‘first rule of government spending; why have just the one when you can have two for twice the price’.

These NHS bureaucrats and apparatchiks are too busy being gobshites on Facecunt, trying to convince themselves that working for the ‘NHS family’ makes them as important as a consultant, liking everything they can related to their Trust on LinkedIn – ‘Losers Reunited -slurping overpriced coffee and ingesting acres of flapjack and chocolate brownie. Four-eyed, moon-faced lanyard wearing sacks of biowaste who should deposit themselves in the nearest yellow wheelie bin and get pushed to the incinerator.

What a load of rancid shit.

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41 thoughts on “University of Sussex Hospitals Trust

  1. Oh Christ, am I hacked off with this shit. When is our version of uncle Adolf going to turn up? He’d sort these fuckers in short order. Bring it on! Please!

      • Afternoon Ron.

        Prompted by your post I spoke to our contact i.e. our doctor daughter about this. She works in Devon and the weirdos they deal with are those who think it’s sensible to self-medicate with crystals and magic potions. As regards men who call themselves women and vice versa when it comes to medical treatment they are simply treated as the sex they really are, there is no alternative. She confessed to being a bit mystified by what is reported from Sussex. She finds it hard to believe since a medic prescribing domperidone for such use might render himself vulnerable to disciplinary action for malpractice and as she put it, if there’s one thing doctors are keen on it’s retaining their licence.

        Trust you and your good lady are well.

      • Sounds like a bit of a minefield arfur. I see that the latest NHS innovation is to present attendees in A & E with an ipad with pages to screed through, asking such things as ‘are you bleeding profusely?’ or ‘are you having a fit?’.

        I imagine that the heart attack victim, the car crash victim, the dementia victim with a broken hip, and the victim of gbh will find this really helpful on their ‘journey’ through the hospital ‘experience’.

        May I reciprocate your kind thoughts.

  2. I naturally expel at least 3 gallon of chest milk every day .

    I have to pop up the road to the dairy and be milked alongside the fresian cows.

    I set it as cheese and sell it to a vegetarian cafe

    • I sell a different type of bodily cheese to vegans down in Brighton. Weirdly they seem ll too familiar with the taste and indulge in lip-smacking and pumping motions with clenched hands.

  3. Sticking pins in your eyes aids night vision. How do these fucking weirdos get hold of kids to chest feed? Going from sick to completely fucked. At least it takes your mind off the real problems billions of migrants. Public services collapsing getting involved in other fuckers wars, net zero, clockwork cars and other such bollocks ho um

  4. Dear me.

    Wrong on so many levels, and it seems a bottomless pit of money to fund this shite.

    The International Health Service is not fit for purpose,

    Defund and disband.

  5. So it make it through the FDA compliance, it shouldn’t be used.
    The FDA are a bastard to deal with unless you’re big pharma flogging some SARS/COVID snake-oil – this happened. As a result there a million of folks who have been injected with a ‘vaccine’ that would normally (according to a regular FDA timeline) be undergoing the field testing stage now.
    This is mostly fine if you are young and fit but the seniors who have taken BOTH a seasonal flu + CV19 booster are playing russian roulette.

    Up Yours,
    Dr MC Cat

  6. Is there some kind of inter Health Trust competition going on, as to who can come up with the most stupid, outlandish thing?

    My head hurts. I’m going to have a ( very large) drink.

  7. And there we were thinking that we sensitive souls on IsAC would not see a more revolting picture than this morning’s offering.
    And on the Sabbath !

  8. My own limited experience of the NHS was for my cancer shit. I found that the surgeons and oncologists just could not be faulted and the nurses, well they were truly angels. What was absolutely abysmal was the fucking so-called administrators – nothing but fucking mistake-prone, pen-pushing cnuts. You couldn’t rely on them to flush away a turd. (back to that ‘support’ aspect again lads). NHS needs to be shaken up by doing two main things –
    1. Stop hiring fuckwit “support” administrators – in fact, fire half of those already there.
    2. Stop ‘treating’ the useless shite that are not ill !!! The NHS is for people that are truly ill – not cnuts that “feel depressed”, or cnuts that are so fucking obese they shit themselves, or cnuts that simply want to doss on the benes.
    But back to that old, old question – whose going to have the bollocks to do it?

    • The NHS is a sacred cow which devours ever more of taxpayers’ money. A real bastard has to be appointed with a team of fellow bastards to examine where the money is going and turn off the tap to any wasteful use of taxpayer dosh.

      • Start by getting rid of diversity and lived experience types. They just multiply like bacteria.

    • In Sweden we pay a nominal fee for everything health related.

      A&E if often empty because it costs 30 quid. … works a treat. My daughter came off the horse and wrecked herself, she received attention immediately.

      If there had have been a gaggle of sponging drunks, junkies, in-grown toenail leachers at front of the queue I would be in jail.

      Prescription 20 quid (first time only).

      Doctor visit – 20 quid.

      Hotel bed/night – 30 quid (this one is a bit cruel).

      Separate the really sick from spongers would be my Prio 1 för reforming the NHS. Money is a great deterrent.

      • Abso-bloody-lutely,
        That’s what we need here – and the sooner the better. But we ain’t got anyone with big enough bollocks!

    • Agree with every word Cass. What really gets in my fillings is the way that half a dozen highly trained and experienced paediatric consultants in Chester were overruled by these fucking pen pushers in the case of Lucy Letby the killer of babies.

  9. A man’s “breast milk”?

    Fuck to that.

    Health Secretary Unkle Terry mandates immediate vaccination for every cunt involved in promoting or “enabling” this wicked slurry..

    Give them all Oven.

  10. Anyone remember a few years back when the medical & scientific “experts” were telling us they’d made it possible for men to give birth?
    Only one snag:
    The “men” in question had to be born with a vag, eggs n’ uterus set.
    They kept that bit quiet, didn’t they?.
    They’d fill in the gash, sew on a knob (fresh from the morgue) and Bob’s your name, if not your uncle!
    But, I thought, that wouldn’t make you a proper man, would it?
    So I decided to investigate further.
    I took the plunge and declared myself a woman.
    The Rt. Hon. Justine Greening MP had only recently announced in Parliament that she was making it easy for cunts like me to change gender.
    All I needed to do was fill in an official form, no fuss.
    Input of doctor or trick-cyclist no longer a requirement.
    Even said she’d make it possible for me to legally forge my birth certificate to show the gender of my choice.
    Fanfuckingtastic! I thought.
    But when next day I applied to join the pudding club, the nice people at the HFEA told me I couldn’t get up the duff cos I weren’t a “proper” woman!
    “You’ve been scammed, Mrs Bottler,” said someone on MumsNet when I whinged about it later that night.
    “We are convinced you’re the victim of hoax belief system and false consciousness syndrome.”
    Naturally I was gutted cos the real Mrs Bottler (my wife) was expecting me to get my State Pension right away instead of having to wait another five fucking years as a mug bloke.
    Anyway, the upshot is I lost my nerve and decided to bin the entire project and stick to wearing Mrs B’s twin set & pearls and her lip gloss while she were out “selling pins” as she were prone to do of an evening.
    Got me into thinking though…
    Probably would be better if I’d declared myself a different species – a parrot, for instance.
    Like Freddie Davies.
    At least if I caught a nasty terminal illness I could get the vet to kill me humanely without the hassle of going to Dignitas to exercise my human right to cark at a time of my own choosing.
    On the downside, it might have left me vulnerable to market forces in Pets-R-Us…
    Mind you, the way this country’s going it won’t be long before some cunt self identifies as dead.
    Then he’ll be able to apply for an official death certificate – no questions asked – and his distraught dependants will be able to cash in on his rip-off life insurance policies.
    Premiums starting at only 13p a day if anyone’s interested?
    Fuck them.

  11. I fully sympathise with Cuntamus and Cassandra and all else dealing with these cunts – and the combined stresses of life altering illness and trying to harness the NHS sacred cow that needs to be turned to mince.

    The missus had investigations for gynaecological problems at this exact hospital and, after them losing all of her scans from Princess Royal at Hayward’s Heath, was met with a shrug by some bongo beating missionary-eating consultant and told that she was wasting his time she had no hope of having children and she needed to fuck off and have a hysterectomy. At 33. I insisted on another consultation. When he saw me his demeanor changed and he turned on the charm and said all was well and we’d have no problems having nippers. I kid you not.

    For context, Mrs BD is my second wife, I’m a tad older than her, and we have no idea whether little BDs will ever happen. This is harder on her than me as I have children already but sincerely want to have that joy with her too. A fact dealt with most sensitively and sympathetically by this wonderful hospital, in between their preoccupation with ensuring Ricardo can milk himself into the mouths of test tube babes in a horror show Mengele would have recoiled from.

    Apparently we’re supposed to applaud this shit.

    • Thats’s terrible Dave.

      My GP is now aware of the situation and called it rificulous, and will be writing to find out what Worthing are playing at.

      As she said, why bring my appointment forawrd two weeks if they have no actual plan?

      Goons.

  12. The creature in the link thinks it’s a woman who the fuck is it trying to kid mind you there is no doubt some sick bastard out there want to fuck a bearded pervert with big tits

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