I give up. I have been waiting for yet another “so bad it’s funny” NHS experience to rail against, but the whole place is conspiring against me.
The surgeons and anaesthetist exuded confidence and competence; the nursing staff are kind, careful and caring; the cleaners assiduous; the providers of tea and newspapers know my name and my order; the porters are prompt and courteous; the physios and OTs are encouraging. The day after my surgery the nurses pushed my bed outside into the sunshine where I felt I was in a Thomas Mann novel. Nurse Jackie is going to have to up his game.