I had a nasty fall last summer and thought I'd cracked my arm because there was a nasty lump in it and my arm was black from the elbow to my fingers. My fingers and wrist worked, however, so I refused to go to A&E at Scarborough - it seems that I had broken the bone from comments later made by medical people I know.
In early March this year Mr.J2 began running very high temperatures, rambling, was unable to walk, dress, sit without falling etc. etc.. Can't fault our GP, tried antibiotics, temp. reduced in a few days, but OH fell outside the surgery and was talking nonsense. Took him back, he was seen almost instantly, and she said to get to A&E. (He was 2 weeks off his 90th birthday.) She wrote a letter asking for a CT scan that day, printed off pages of his records, took his vital signs and put them in the letter, took phials of blood and sent us off.
We got there at 4.30 p.m. on Tuesday. He was finally 'admitted' at 9 p.m., but was still sitting on a chair in the waiting room, which was freezing (coldest night of the year). At that point they gave him some sandwiches. I'd had a yoghurt since breakfast, no food available.
At 4.00 a.m. I, sadly, went home (I had dog to see to, arrangements to make and needed some sleep). He was still on the chair. He was there at 9.30 a.m. when I rang. By 11.30 when I arrived, breathing fire and ready to walk out, they'd found a trolley in A&E . Next day he was admitted to a ward.
By this time he was happily watching chickens pecking away and a black terrier that somehow made little birds fly around He also couldn't hit a toilet.
Long story short? Some sort of weird virus (I suspect a UTI). All scans totally clear and he is now back to normal.
The NHS was great when it got going - but that sort of treatment is
inhumane.
Other countries manage health better. When we came home from France, we crossed our fingers and thought that it couldn't be that bad..... but it is.