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In 1946 when the Beveridge report was presented and the National Health Service was first considered as a universal right of all people in a civilised country there was one group of people in the United Kingdom who were totally opposed to this concept, they were Doctors. Yes Doctors and why were they opposed, the answer, Money! yes Money!

Today in 2021seventy three years after the NHS act became law in 1948 there is one group of people in the United Kingdom who are totally opposed to any reform of the NHS and those people are Doctors, shocked? and why are doctors totally opposed the answer is Money! Strange, we seem to have gone round in a full circle.

In 1946 doctors had private patients but many of them had the shilling a month from individuals and some had health insurance so a nice steady income. Today the money comes from the government and it is convoluted and intricate with much regulation an ideal system to make money in and if you know how to work the system you can make a lot of money.

Today in the USA the Supreme Court ruled by seven to two in favour of the affordable care act.

When this law came in to force I thought then this is here to stay, and why? Money! Governments will pay to keep people alive using the most expensive drugs in existence, they do not like being called skin flints when some pretty little child is dying of an illness I have never heard of but the drugs cost one and a half million.

Someone is making money somewhere! Drug companies are making big money because they have a big organisation to sell into, talk to any of the big drug companies and they will tell you they love the NHS, like Topsy, it keeps getting bigger because people take drugs, get drunk. So every medical and mental related illness real or imagined, plus all of a modern societies ailments and suffering ends up in an NHS Hospital making them the dumping ground of Britain’s Rubbish.

But in the USA the government does not own the hospitals they are merely conduits through which money passes. The doctors get rich no matter what the system is. But if America can keep the bums out of the hospitals the affordable care act will succeed people will get treatment, affordable treatment, everyone is a taxpayer after all.

Michael Douglas Bosc Author

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Hospital and Me

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Well as I think I told you two weeks ago I had a phone call from the hospital informing me that the operation on my hand was scheduled for 8th of August (yesterday).  Having my instructions and tablets for the night before I was well prepared.  The only thing was our daughter has been staying with us and yep you guessed it, that was the day she was going back. But like her old dad she had a cunning plan, up to Barcelona Sunday stop in hotel by the station and catch the train in morning relaxed no hassle.  So Sunday found us driving up to Barca on a hot sunny morning, chatting about all sorts of things (well cricket actually). We have been listening to the test match on line best sports/comedy show going, anyway I digress.  We arrived saw her into the hotel said our goodbyes and headed home to find England had won the match.

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We stopped at Club Nautique for a drink and something to eat. I do like this club it’s a place where people who sail go, they are friendly and the atmosphere is happy. Here as you enjoy your drink and meal you look out over the river, see the various birds swooping and diving after insects. All against a summers evening of colour and tranquility whilst you watch the boys and girls training for the regattas. Lots of hard work goes into all this but also laughter plus their families are there to support them, a true sailing club. One last Coca-Cola then we headed home to my medication and preparation for the next day.

I Can’t Play the Piano…Or Caught in The Act!!!

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Well Monday dawned early and we arrived at the hospital in plenty of time. As it was a ‘day surgery’ I didn’t need a hospital bed just a reclining ‘trolly chair’ wonderful. The other thing that really impressed me was how the family is included in everything, mind you it really freaked my wife out when the surgon spoke to her after my op, but I’ll get to that in a moment.  So there I am ready for theater, in comes the trolly and off we go. When I get there my surgon asks if I wanted to go to sleep or stay awake – stupid question to ask a writer – stay awake I said, the writer in me wanted to see what was going on. So a torneque was placed round my arm and I was wired up to a couple of machines, then an anethsetic was injected under my arm and a few minutes later we were off.  I won’t go into detail but I really found it facinating and the surgical team were very good. I had two lots of liquid pain killers and a saline drip and when it was over I actually nodded off and it was then that my wife got her fright.

In the UK if the surgeon personally calls you into a room it’s usually bad news, so imagine her reaction when mine did just this. All the poor woman could say was “whats wrong? where’s my Michael?” confused the hell out of my surgeon for  few minutes. When she explained why he assured her all was well then went into great detail of what he had done. He was totally amazed that the families were not included in things in the UK, then told her I would be going back to the room in a few minutes and they would call her, AND THAT GIRLS AND BOYS IS HOW HOSPITALS ROLL IN CATALUNIA! I was a little wobbly but after a wander round, speaking to friends and doing a bit of shopping, I was driven home tired but happy. Tablets for pain, to help me sleep, and antibiotics along with instructions and a chart of when to take them are all sitting on the kitchen table, simple really.

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The Boys were shouting as our daughter used to sit in my wife’s office and talk to them so I showed them my bandaged arm they were not amused, didn’t like that but they are now taking to me through the sitting-room window where I am sat at my desk reading through my latest book.

Well that’s my adventure over for a while – I hope – will hand you back to my ‘blogger’ for updates on our Forest Life.

 

(c) M.D.Bosc – Author

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Gentle Ramble Through My Life

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Well yes the sun is shining but there is also a cold wind which means the beaches are either sand blasting places or sun traps, either way the sea is still cold and when we have been to the coast recently the beaches were not exactly crowded. Which is a shame as we have some of the best beaches along our stretch of coastline, besides the main sandy stretches there are little coves dotted around which makes discovering them interesting.  Places to fish from or topless sunbathing or just a quiet secluded beach for romance.

It’s also where I get some inspiration for my books. The sea is a wonderful conflicting place calm one moment a raging tempest the next and just sometimes something in between. A walk along an empty beach or sitting with a rod waiting for a fish to take the bait these are moments when stories find me. Whilst looking out to sea I am joined by characters new and old all jostling for attention linked by a love of seafaring and somewhere in there is always a new story.

PETANCA

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For those of you not familiar with our life these are our Petanca friends whom Michael plays in the competitions with.  He was at Fraga a while ago and won wine and a round of goats cheese which we have literally just finished. Then last weekend the club had a paella and Petanca day on Sunday (blog to follow) and I and my partner were top in our group so we played the top team in the other group to see who was top over all. We came second, wine and olives were our prizes and very welcome to.  The paella was a sea food one with salad, dried meats, crisps and olives to whet our appetites. Only when we felt the first spots of rain were we convinced it was time to go home. Mind you we had been there since 8.30am and by the time the rain appeared it was close to 3.30pm.

 

Doctors

Right so What’s Up Doc? well when you get older things begin to squeak and rattle (mostly from the pills) and that is a question I could have asked three times this last week.  The medical staff is very good here, go for any test and they not only tell you the results but give you a printout so you can see how you’re doing, no secret squirrels here.  Well where to start, a visit to my dr found that I was doing well so she thought she would try to lessen the tablets I take “we will try leaving off the aspirin for a month.” Ok sounded good to me but after a couple of weeks I began to get headaches and stuff so I made another appointment with her to let her know things were not going well, and went back on the aspirin. Headaches disappeared and felt better so when I told her about it she asked how long I had been on them 8 years I said oh my god, quick as a flash she had written me a prescription for some other tablets which help to safeguard the stomach so now back to normal. Then I got a phone call from the hospital, need to see the anaesthetist as they are going to operate on my hand next month this entails two visits and an ECG before they will confirm a date.  Looking forward to this as hopefully my little finger will finally be straight and I will have to be chauffeured around meaning I can look at the country side and spot the birds.

 

The Boys

IMG_0052 (640x480) This is where their cage sits during the night and on windy days with the nest box facing the other way for protection. During the day they are at the other end of the FFZ enjoying the sun and shouting at the birds.  But as all kids do when we go shopping and return home first thing they do is to stand on their perches and shout until one of us appears and gives them a treat.  Or if Michael is at his desk working with the window open they shout and holler till he either speaks to them or I go and sit in the FFZ with them taking my laptop/tablet with me. Yep I know it’s confusing but sometimes we both contribute to these blogs just for the hell of it.

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

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When An Idea Hits

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This is how I feel when a new book hits me.  A Plymouth Story had been wandering around for some while, here and there I wrote things down but nothing had fallen into place nothing solid or tangible, just odd ideas and feelings.  Then one day from out of nowhere something nudges you or pops into your head and there it is, the story. I have been used to characters dictating the way things should go so it was a bit of a shock when A Plymouth Story finally popped up as it had been hanging around in the background, always there but not quite ready.

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Strangely enough it wasn’t the boats in the marina where we went for coffee on a Sunday evening, or even the sea that was the trigger, it was this picture of the sun just coming up over the distant mountains that did it.  As I stood there watching dawn come tumbling across the valley, I remembered times when walking the dog I would stand on the beach and watch the sun rising over the horizon.  A sight that always made me think of sailing ships seeing a new day or perhaps sighting the enemy, of sailors watching the sun slowly climbing up the sky forecasting a warm day .  Little did I think as I stood there that one day it would inspire me to write a story.

Putting The Story Together

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I have always been interested in sailing ships and their history, perhaps it was the fact my birthday is on Trafalgar day, maybe  a bit of Nelson got me, who knows. What I do know is that my thirst for historical facts and figures, plus battles won and lost, fights, skirmishes, sneaky goings on and the personal history of those in charge has driven me to acquire a small library of books and information. Visits to museums, Portsmouth docks, the Victory and Warrior all contributed to my knowledge and writing.  My first attempt at this was the Jason Watson series. A look at the social side of life the things that were and weren’t acceptable, how the rich and powerful lived and carried on treading a line that was outwardly correct but inwardly often immoral. But it was not totally what I was after.

I wanted a personal story of life aboard ship for the ordinary sailor. Most men were pressed into the service or sent from prisons. So this is where I started from no rich parents to provide money and a step on the ladder, just an ordinary man who lived and worked on land on this basis I began to form the character  of James.

A Plymouth Story

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This is not Plymouth but Dartmouth, but try to imagine its Plymouth in the 1700’s and you’re looking at a street. Now imagine the houses without the main road and lighting. Instead picture cobbled streets leading down towards the jetty and sea wall. Picture houses packed together, horses pulling carts over straw covered streets to try deadening the noise.  Boys or men pulling hand carts along with sea chests on them on their way to an inn, people selling goods or just calling out to friends.  Into this comes a chandlers clerk, hardworking and honest, but at the beck and call of a mother who wallowed in her ill-health demanding this and that, a man with no life of his own. Watch as on his way to the apothecary for more medicine he is knocked on the head and wakes up far out to sea onboard the Frigate Amazon. This is a story of adventure, life onboard the Amazon seems strange to this man, but James has a thirst for learning, now you have the beginning of an adventure.

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

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It is that time of year again when I have to go for my medical, blood pressure is a real bind.  It normally falls around olive picking time, but this year we have had so little rain that the trees have not produced much of a crop and what olives there are are so small I decided not to bother.  My wife said lets go early so we can be back for the local show at the end of October.  Sounded a good idea, so flights booked, car parking sorted, hire car booked and Dr’s appointment sorted we were ready.  It was an early start around 6.30am Barcelona is around 2hrs away, but I do not like to rush, so with change for the toll’s we set off.  On arrival at the airport I settled down for a spot of work, some coffee and lost myself in writing.

Once in England I drove to my mother-in-laws where we were to stay for a few days before visiting my sister in London.  Next morning I had my blood test so now I was free to enjoy the next few days.  On the Tuesday I visited Wickham Vineyard about which I wrote an article http://bit.ly/rFj3Z9 for my wine book.  Over the next few days I pottered around the house, did a couple of odd jobs then travelled to London to see the family.  We always enjoy our visits here, seeing the nieces and catching up on news and events.

Whilst there ‘Crafty Squirrel’ performed but as you will see he was not happy.  My sister and BJ usually chase him and he treats it as a good game, but because we were there he was not the centre of attention and I think his stance says it all. Any way by way of an update I wrote a poem about him.  There were a pair of jays, the male had a really good mohawk hair do  but the female was calmer and more pigeon like, still very colourful, but I could not get a clear picture of the male only his backside!!

The flowers in the garden are just coming to an end but they are beautiful, telling their own story in stunning colours and delicate blooms. It is very strange how visiting English gardens and seeing some of the flowers growing there seems endearing.  I suppose it’s because we have the wild versions of some in our ‘Garden’.

Whilst in London we visited the largest shopping mall in Europe just down the road in Stratford.  There are stunning views of the Olympic village and stadiums from John Lewis, and the shops are, according to my wife, ‘wonderful!’ I am so glad I did not drive over as I am sure the car would not have made it back….

Then it was back to the Doctors for my appointment which, I am glad to say, was really better than I expected, although there was a small funny here.  I am officially an OAP so I get the flu jab. I also asked about having a tetanus jab, which the Dr. thought a good idea.  He made the appointment with the nurse, who said ‘you want a tetanus jab’ ‘yes I said’ then she realised she had given me another flu jab said it was ok then gave me my tetanus.  So my arm was rather sore for a couple of days, but here is the strange part, I get the jab and my wife gets the cold?  ummmm.

Whilst we were away I heard from friends on Facebook that it had finally rained after 6 months of drought.  Great I thought the cisterna should be full, hey ho I really should have know better, but that is to come.

At last came the day to go home.  I must admit it had been raining for two days in the UK and at night as well, still,  it had rained at home, hadn’t it???

The flight took off late afternoon with the pilot saying it might be a bit bumpy.  Looking out of the window I could see we were between two layers of clouds, which stretched away into the west where there was a golden glow and the clouds made strange shapes.  The lower level of clouds looked like another world, with soft downy ridges and valley’s almost like a dream where you feel you could walk, roll, or sink into soft cotton wool comfort…..then we hit the edge of a jet stream…. the plane shook, my wife saw the wing bounce……ohhhhh.

The pilot was very good he explained about the jet streams which helped understand the situation.  Mind you, if you have ever flown into Beruit this was nothing, there the whole plane shakes, ugh nasty.

When we landed at Barcelona it was 17c and raining!  full on, lightening included.  I drove through three heavy rain storms arriving home to find that although it had rained the cisterna was not even a quarter full, we should have known, hey ho  such is life.   But it is so good to be home I don’t really care. However, there was compensation of sorts, it has rained since yesterday and the cisterna is quarter full with the garden cube holding 200ltrs.  Not a lot you might think but we have waited 6 months.

WATER!!!  It rained last night quite a lot and it is raining with hail as I write, wonderful,  wonderful, and for once my wife is not hiding away from the thunder and lightening.  The Gods are kind….

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