No sense in NHS strategy
It's a strange time of day, 3am. Quiet. Just the occasional creak from the central heating. The birds can't quite decide if it's time to announce the dawn. To the east, a finger of cold light nudges into the horizon, turning the Vantablack into Payne's Grey. Unfortunately Iâ€™m appreciating all of this because I'm ill. Since January I've been a patient of the NHS during the week and a victim at the weekends. Itâ€™s a contrast like no other. Longer waiting times, being forgotten, lost blood results, and I'm not exaggerating.
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