If anyone has read my other posts, you know that one of my fav things about the UK has been the NHS. I have had awesome GPs and now I can extend my praise to the local hospital. I haven't been feeling well for most of December. First I had a headache that lasted a week, then a bad back ache for another week. Just when all that was clearing up right before Christmas, I had this excruciating pain in my stomach that lasted for several hours.
I had these attacks every few months since 2003, but hadn't had one since I got pregnant with Emily in 2005. My HMO in the states had never run any tests to see what was wrong. They just gave me Vacadian and sent me away. They had said it might be gastro-entreitis or gastric reflux disease or maybe even an ulcer, but never did any tests.
The Sunday before Christmas the pain woke me up at 5.00 and didn't let up until after 2.00pm. After that I just didn't feel very good. I hardly ate anything over the holidays. Then on Boxing Day I had another brief attack. I went to my doctor the next day. He said it might be ulcers, but it was more than likely my gall bladder. He put me on the list for referral and told me to go to A&E if I had another attack.
Over the New Years I was feeling worse and worse. I went back on the 2nd because I was nauseated and not feeling any better. The doctor gave me some meds for the nausea and said it was almost certainly my gall bladder. I went home and read about it on the Internet. I learned that the dark urine and jaundice I had were other symtoms. I called back but all they could do was schedule another appointment for the next day.
Then I called the NHS nurse line. They were really nice. When I saw the doctor the next day, he sent me to the hospital for blood tests. It took us longer to get to the hospital than to get the tests done. The pain was pretty bad then so I almost went to the A&E. Instead I went home and napped. Around 4.00 my doctor called and said that I needed to go to the A&E. We went and picked up a letter with the information and my blood test results in it to take to the hospital with us. We only waited less than an hour until they took us back. Now we did have to wait 3 more hours before I was seen by the doctors. They admitted me that night...and did surgery the next day.
One of the biggest differences in my experience between the US and the UK was everyone's bed side manners. I admit it I was a HUGE baby about the whole thing...I was really scared of being put to sleep. In my experience with the US, doctors would have been very condescending and acted as if I was being unreasonable. My doctors over here really took the time to listen to my fears...and they were very reassuring too. The junior doctor, the ultrasound doctor and the guy who drew my blood all went on and on about how great my doctor was, how he was one of the best in London, how if they needed surgery he would be the one they wanted. Although it didn't make me feel much better at the time, their understanding attitude really made the whole thing more bearable.
For the most part, the nurses although very over-loaded were really nice too. Even when they couldn't get something for me right away, they were really apologetic afterwards.
If we move back to the US in 2011 like DH wants, I think NHS will be the number 1 thing I miss most about the UK.