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I find myself struggling with your dilemma. On the one hand, I sympathise with your predicament and observations because you're 'old school'. On the other hand . . . I have lost all respect for the medical trade in general due to their appalling behaviour over the past 4 years - with the exception of a very few such as Dave Cartland, Ahmad Malik, you & maybe a handful more. The vast majority, however, have disgraced themselves & I hold them in contempt.

Some nurses are capable and savvy. I had a THR a few weeks ago. The excellent nurse who checked me in noticed that I had said, among other things, 'no blood transfusions' on the consent form. She queried whether I was a JW. I'm not, but explained that I didn't want any blood because it is doubtless tainted with spike proteins, LNPs & God knows what else. I was happy for them to shove in some saline if needed, but otherwise I'd take my chances. Likewise, I didn't want any experimental gene therapy jabs or anything else not directly essential for the procedure.

She stopped what she was doing, looked around, put her mouth close to my ear & said; "I've seen enough over the past few years to know something is seriously wrong. If I was being admitted to hospital today, I would do exactly the same as you". She showed better critical thinking than any of the doctors I saw - and over the next couple of days delivered outstanding and attentive nursing care. She'd probably be the best kind of 'noctor'.

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Brings back memories of my GP who, seeing a growth on the back of my neck, told me to hop up on the table. A bit of alcohol on his hands and my neck, the site was numbed and out came the scalpel, followed by "Oops - I've nicked a vein" as I felt the blood roll down my neck. 25 years later and I am still here. Or the GP who was my family GP from my birth who roped me into helping take disabled people on holiday to France. Before we got to Dover he handed out sea-sickness tablets to everyone else. To me he held up a small vial in which, he said, were bits of a poisonous South American spider. In small doses it was claimed that it prevented sickness. Was I up for him and myself trying it? Why not - I had trusted this guy since my earliest memory. I found myself spending the crossing heaving up in the gents. My only satisfaction was that my GP was in the next cubicle. They don't make doctors like that anymore, I am sad to say. Both men were marvellous doctors.

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