Just went to see my doctor today and I can’t help but feel uplifted and full of joy!
What? Going to see your doctor doesn’t make you feel the same? Oh, that’s because you don’t have my doctor. She is the bees’ knees (British term which basically means she’s awesome).
I don’t even have to tell her much of what’s ailing me, just on the line of, and she tells me the rest. “That’s right, that’s right,” I say, shaking my head and wanting to hug her, and feeling most happy to not even have to pay for the visit.
When I was in America, I was under HIP health insurance, and Medicaid when I was poorer. Neither health coverage systems left me feeling cared for, to put it nicely. Under Britain’s National Health Service (NHS) not only can I see a number of caring doctors and specialists, but there’s no different care given to me than given to a rich person, no one asks can I afford the bill before seeing me in their office, and because I’m a diabetic I don’t have to pay for my meds of any kind. I love the NHS! I wish all American’s could have access to this type of tax-covered care. Now with that said, the clinic needs more spaces in the parking lot and could use a better ventilation system in the waiting room… and… and… can a person ever be truly satisfied? :)
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