I am going to cunt PAD….No not the ones that lay on water, but peripheral Artery Disease. I have PAD, so its personal to me and the Cunting may go off topic.
PAD means that the blood supply to an extremity is restricted, In my case, my lower leg has a limited blood supply. The artery is restricted, almost like a tourniquet around it so my foot at rest is alive, but the simple tasks of walking uses up the oxygenated blood in the limb and it dies, at rest it re-oxygenates, re builds and dumps a lot of dead cells in my body for me to deal with. Very similar to a time I had blood poisoning.
Now the theme of this cunting is not so much the disease, but the reaction of the NHS.
I am inoperable, (fucked, in layman’s terms.) I was given a prognosis of four years until amputation, however, having a massively good immune system, the cunting thing keeps on regenerating. The down side is the change of my walking gait now creates a lot of lower back pain (think of Heir Flick…that’s how I now walk).
All in all its a bag of cunt. Wait until you have gangrene and we will do something.
Thank you NHS .
Nominated by lord benny
That’s an awful thing to live with mate. At least I’ve scrounged a new hip out of them. I know what you mean about limping, I’m hobbling around with a crutch almost 4 weeks post op. Good luck and I hope you don’t get the dreaded gangrene. My mum sadly died on 28th December last year after a sudden acute blood clot in her leg, she needed an emergency amputation and, at almost 89 she refused. Her death was terrible, utter agony, she was in pain through the serious end of life drugs she was immediately put on. Midazolam, morphine then intravenous diamorphine. It’s was worse than watching dad die of cancer. Watch yourself and at the first sign of anything going awry get yourself to A&E mate. Best wishes fellow Cunter.
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Played that game, its a waste of time, on rest it regenerates (re oxygenates) MRs B dragged me down AE once against my will, waited ages, got into triage and they dont want to do anything till it goes black, now I do white with black toe nails, red toes, purple toes, pink toes, each time I take my socks off its like a traffic light lolly you dont know what color its going to be!
However I do enjoy poking MRs B with it at night to gauge the temperature, if she tells me to piss off I know its ok, if she shoots out of bed screeching I know a bit of manipulation might be in order.
sorry to hear about your mum, had Blood poisoning myself once, its not nice towards the end you do not care, recovery is very uncomfortable though.
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Sorry to hear that Bertram. What were the end of life drugs for? Were they not to relieve the pain, I heard that doctors were getting better at end of life pain-relief?
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They were to relieve the pain. You could see she was still hurting through it though, grimacing whilst seemingly unconscious. Terrible to witness. The last few hours were better for her, they turned up the dosage on the midazolam and the diamorphine and she eventually settled. Awful experience.
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Well first in on this one, Christmas was fucked, My back went in the morning and I spent the next two days in bed, I foolishly tried some pain killers that gave me the massive shits, which is difficult when you cant walk and yesterday was the last straw, I managed to get out of bed and got stuck on the floor, at 6am the heating kicked in as I lay there thinking “People die like this”.
So I went to a chiropractor who for £61 stuck a thumb into a muscle on my pelvis semi loosening me up, I have a twisted fucking pelvis through walking funny (still cant walk).
However having a detox Christmas I have realized that I have been drinking 4 cans of stella before I take the dogs out not because I am a deranged alcoholic as I had previously thought but to mask the fucking pain caused by my right hand side taking over the left hand sides work load.
I am some what pissed off, I had visions of doing various odd jobs and socializing over the rest period but thats all gone to shit I just sit on the fucking sofa doing a massive fuck all coupled with booking the first part of the new year off so I can go back and be manipulated again.
Bolocks
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Sorry to hear about your troubles Lord B,but go canny with those bone-twisting lot. I had a friend who went to one when he had a bad back…fucker nearly left him in a wheelchair. Turned out on the subsequent x-rays that the “manipulation” had done more harm than good.
Anyhow…suppose you could always try “duskying-up”,call yourself Mohammed and saying that you injured your leg chasing after a young girl who’d fled your taxi….you’ll probably be seen quick enough then.
Best Wishes to you and the Greyhounds.
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Don’t really know what to say Lord B…
That’s a bastard, and I feel for you my friend.
Hope you have a speedy recovery / find some relief, & all the best for 2020. Keep your chin up
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It seems strange Lord Benny that they can’t bypass the artery when you think they can virtually re-plumb a heart with these bypass operations.
It seems medical science has made great advances in some areas and not others.
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Fucking hell. A truly warranted cunting if ever there was one Benny. This sounds like a sack of shit’s been dumped on you mate. It’s not much, but I’m sure I speak for cunters everywhere when I say all the very best. Our wishes go with you mate.
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I had the joy of a hospital visit after injuring my back at work recently (I thought I was pretty much immune to pain after being stabbed, shot, rupturing an ACL and tearing my pericardium, nope, apparently not!) – four hours freezing my arse off in a cubicle in f*cking agony with five requests for medication ignored for a (what a surprise) peaceful to walk in, stick a finger up my a*se and say “you need an emergency MRI scan” – unfortunately (due entirely to the consultant spending all day doing anything but her job) I had been there so long the MRI department had just shut, to be then told I needed an MRI appointment.
I subsequently received a letter informing me I had to travel across the country at my own expense for physiotherapy, despite being advised by a consultant to avoid said at all costs as it was a complicated nerve issue and incorrect manipulation could leave me paralysed from the waist down, informed my GP of the consultants advice, to then receive a letter inviting me to travel across the country for chiropractic manipulation (give me f*cking strength).
Finally, after some “frank conversations” I got the MRI scan, which was then cancelled due to a power outage, after waiting for hours I finally got the scan to find out some f*cking nugget had forgotten to arrange patient transport and as I was not an in patient I could not stay at the hospital so was advised to sleep outside the hospital on the pavement (I kid you not!)
Financing in the NHS is not the problem – it is f*cking useless management and in far too many cases staff too – the NHS used to employ people who cared for patient welfare but now is a well paid p*ss easy job for some people of the correct colour/accent/ideology/sexual orientation to advance through political correctness and nepotism without ever needing to address the basics of the job – PATIENT F*CKING CARE!
Sorry to hear about your issue LB and I wish you all the best.
A biblical cunting there and it gets worse – oysters are supposed to be an aphrodisiac? My arse, I had twelve last night and two didn’t work! Thank God the butler could step in..
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BBTC.
The first thing I did was look in to the pull through option, then stents and bypass.
Unfortunately they are not viable options, although I myself wonder how they can clear blood clots in the brain which is much softer tissue.
The “Good news” is that as a productive though lowly placed individual in the company I have signed my medical records over to the company’s medical people so they can have a look and suggest alternative outcomes.
Strange thing about this is that on diagnoses management offered me every support available, gave non 3 years down the line we have a new boss (two really) and I was called into a “Productivity meeting” where I was given a shit telling off, I retaliated by pointing out that they had left me to run the business unit on my own for 2 years despite the fact they had a medical letter advising them that I should not be doing certain things (They had a copy too!) this resulted in two confused faces and one rather embarrassed looking at the floor face and an offer of a review by the cooperate medical providers, also leaves hanging the question of why they left me out in the cold so long and why my department manager (not line manager) never flagged it.
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As a qualified Doctor, I proscribe large quantities of cocaine and prostitutes. All on the NHS which will soon consume so much GDP we might as well go out fast and happy.
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As a non qualified Doctor but the proud possessor of much amateur gynaecological experience I prescribe a large quantity of “insurance before treatment” for all non UK nationals, and larger and better funded quantities of GP surgeries so people do not have to clog A&E with issues that would be better dealt with by a Doctor.
Controversial point but how many hospital places are filled by health tourists and parasites exaggerating/fabricating health issues to advance a bogus compensation claim?
And a double dose of getting back the billions (and don’t listen to the MSM quoting millions, it is now billions) we are owed by EU Countries who refuse to pay for the healthcare we have provided.
for their citizens..
The NHS was set up to provide basic care for a relatively small population who by and large did not live until retirement age, but is now expected to pony up half a million quid a time on medication keeping terminally ill patients alive for four weeks extra (I genuinely feel for people in this awful position but it is an untenable financial option) and to be the free healthcare provider for the World.
No insurance? No NI Number? No tax paid into the system? – no treatment, and anyone not liking it is free to fuck off back to the Third World for an appointment with the witch doctor, or am I being waaaycist?
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I’m telling you, as a highly qualified Ambulance Driver, if you’re stuck on the floor in pain like that, ring us, you cunt!! You know the number! That’s the sort of shit we’re here for, M’Lord. If you’re in that much pain and can’t move, we’re shit-hot at that sort of thing, and, unlike about 70% of the cunts that call us, you need us. And if we can’t handle it, we can call the grown-ups from HEMS with the Big Boy drugs.
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I’d cunt the NHS based on the the fact that it’s an bloated, unreformed and unreformable behemoth staffed by overpaid, over entitled middle-classed, whining, windbag wamen! Sell the fucker off I say.
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I’ve never been called an ‘over paid, over entitled, middle-classed, whining, windbag wamen(sic)’ before.
Fair enough. Let’s have your fucking credit card or health insurance details before I deem fit to step from the cab of my, now privatised, in your world, Big Yellow Taxi.
‘Morphine for the pain? Does sir’s insurance cover that’?
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Don’t we all realise yet that there is no NHS??? 2012 saw its political demise in the NHS & Social Care Act. No?It’s over for us mere plebs – we are not even invited to be ‘under the table collecting scraps anymore’ – unless you’ve got money or a hedge fund your health is gonna go down the pan until you die – welcome to the new nhs – the liverpool pathway
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