I'm BUMPing this one for the most personal of reasons... which might also explain why I haven't posted anything in the last few days...
Late last Sunday I was rushed into hospital after a heart attack. Not a minor palpitations-kind-of-thing, a proper full blown
heart attack. The type that could kill, the type where the local hospital isn't good enough and they rush you to somewhere twenty miles away because it has a better chance of saving your life. It was out of the blue and scary as f.u.c.k.

Got operated on immediately (the operation was a complete success!), spent the next 72 hours being poked and prodded and given everything that I needed between life-saving drugs and endless cups of tea, all with clinically-trained folks who couldn't have been more supportive and friendly. I admit, I broke down crying at one point (because I was in a depressive moment and convinced I was a goner) and the staff around me were just completely bloody awesome...

I'm home now and alive because of the utter magnificence of the NHS.
I'm not going to go into a big political rant. That would be predictable.
Just want to mention the magnificence of the people who saved my life.
THE NHS NEEDS TO SURVIVE!
No other opinion is valid.