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The English Patient

After multiple failings by the National Health Service in England, I took matters into my own hands. Or rather the hands of Dr Wieslaw Czynowski. His office was typical of any business in Poland, rather than  a purpose built premises, his surgery was situated in a block of flats. I arrive and its very familiar, I used to live just around the corner from his surgery which is somehow comforting. I hobble to the front door and panic sets in as I see it is on the 8th floor, not ideal for toe surgery but thankfully there is a lift!

I get up to the top floor and the door is a jar, he greets me, points at my foot “this one!” I nod and he ushers me to the strange waiting room with a sign saying 300MB internet. Lies! The waiting room wall is dotted with signed pictures of Polish celebrities, so I guess that proves his credibility more than any medical certificate ever could.

After making me sweat for a while, he ushers me in and hears my stories. Shocked at the treatment I have received in the UK, he assures me that I don’t need to worry, hes does it 100s of times and unlike an English doctor, he will do it right, FIRST TIME. I had to appreciate his bed side manner, much better than I am used to and he isn’t even speaking his first language.

He later went on to reveal his 10 years spent working abroad, he didn’t have anything good to say about English Dr’s on the whole, but the Scottish seemed ok!

Laying on a little hospital bed with the typical but comforting clinical colours of green and blue, he starts talking numbers “450 this is going to cost you” “But the woman told me 350 on the phone” (Is it because I am English? See what else he thinks of English below!) “Well 350 for the surgery and 100 for the consultation” That old chestnut! Despite my intense fear of the impending foreign hands that were about to violate my flesh, I still had the energy for a bit of haggling, but not that much! I settled on 400.

3 Injections in the toe and I could feel it up to my knee after a few minutes, followed by I don’t know how many more injections as my toe was totally dead.. he got out his tool kit. A bit of chopping and pulling and 10 minutes later he had found the pieces of nail had been previously chopped and then left in. He went back in for another go and found some more pieces, all that digging around with metal tools left a rather nasty hole in my toe. You won’t need any pain killers he assures me, more lies.

I ask him if gets many English patients  ”A few, they all have a problem with addiction… Beer, Wine, Vodka its too cheap here.. the ones from Krakow they are the worst”

Interesting! But not all that surprising. That’s probably why he thinks I should pay an extra 100.

Well, he certainly found some things that shouldn’t be in my toe and was more than happy to show me!  I tried my very best to film the procedure but unfortunately his hands were blocking the view.

In summary, even in 2013 the simplest* of surgical operations or still a bit gory, I thought by now it would be all lasers and new toes grown from stem cells. I guess humanity is ineffective and inefficient, a bit like the NHS.

Conclusion - Don’t kick chairs.

 

posted by Paul Gaston in Only in Poland,Random Informatioin,Warszawa and have No Comments

Health Tourist – But not as we know it

I am a health tourist, but not in the conventional meaning of that ever increasingly popular phrase. I’m not travelling to England with the intention of stealing free drugs or healthcare from the state. Quite the contrary! After needing some genuine help over the last few months, I have entirely lost my faith in the NHS after I finally needed to use their services over the last year or so. Suffering what I would describe as gross neglect I had no choice but to give up, waiting for referrals that simply never came about, despite  many many phone calls and constant chasing. Infact, I am still waiting for a two and a half month old referral to get my toe fixed!

My toe is messed up, this is a completely unrelated complaint dating back to me kicking a stool a good few months ago. I let some old granny have ago at fixing it who had a podiatrist sign on her front door in Brigg after failing to get an appointment through the normal channels. I would have thought they would be a bit more keen to get me seen to given that during my appointment the Dr told me that “he lost one of his patients” on the drug I am taking from a simple infection and that I must be careful! An infection is exactly what I have in my toe after so many weeks of it going untreated. Nether the less, no appointment was made.

Fast forward a month or so and despite the old ladies friendly banter, £15 of my finest sterling and her best efforts at chopping my toe, she failed to cure the issue and it is back with a vengeance!

I thought it was healing, but given my low white blood cell count (Thanks to those pills the doctor gave me) I can’t take any chances.

So rather than waiting endlessly for my appointment to materialise, I will be seeing one of Poland’s surgeons, letting him cause me a reasonable amount of discomfort and all for the princely sum of £70. It’s not going to be the most pleasant money I ever spend but it could just save me from death by NHS overcapacityitis.

I love the NHS, in principle, its a wonderful idea! Rich or poor, they will fix you up and send you on your way, but throw a few 100,000 thousand immigrants and some budget cuts into the mix and you have a system that is struggling to cope. I hope they work things out but it’s no looking good so I am hedging my bets! Going to take out an insurance policy to cover these little private jollies to the exotic eastern European butcher cum surgeon. Wish me luck!

posted by Paul Gaston in Moaning,News,NHS,Pauls Habits,Random Informatioin and have No Comments

Why not write to @WesleyTSnipes in the slammer?

Go on, take 30 minutes out of your facebook and write a nice letter to Wesley Snipes in prison! Spending a lot of time off my feet and tapping on my computer sends me to some weird places on the internet, probably because I don’t have a facebook account to hear about your exciting lives.

Well, if you get bored this weekend what could possibly be more random than writing to a chap in prison, maybe you could put it on your CV? You have until the 19th og July, unless he escapes.

Wesley Trent Snipes #43355-018
FCI McKean
P.O. BOX 8000
BRADFORD, PA 16701-0980

Don’t worry, I did a quick google to make sure its legitimate as you can see here

This is how a twitter account looks if you are in prison or dead.

I am pretty sure he is enjoying prison more than I am enjoying being stuck here with crippled feet, the good news is, tiny amounts of progress…

posted by Paul Gaston in Random Informatioin,Something for the Weekend,Warszawa and have No Comments

Day 1 of Danger Pills

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posted by Paul Gaston in Diet,Moaning,Mortality,Pauls Habits,Random Informatioin,Warszawa and have No Comments

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