The rain has returned – summer showers really. The raspberries
I picked yesterday – huge and juicy – were also very wet, and needed to be
sorted when I got them inside. I’ve learned the hard way – leave one that’s
about to go mouldy in the bottom of the box and many will be mouldy in the
morning.
It’s amazing how one bad rasp can spoil the box.
It’s also amazing how a few bad people can spoil the
convenience of the internet. Today, we were hacked, and the result of that
hacking has been some financial loss. It could have been worse, but no loss
feels good, and once hacked, it’s hard to trust the emails that come in from
legitimate sources.
This is Monday, though, and I want to avoid that Monday,
Monday feeling, so I’m going to end on a note of praise and optimism. Much is
said about the British National Health System. It comes in for vitriolic
criticism for a whole host of reasons. But I have nothing but praise for the
NHS, and here’s an example of why.
I have been fighting a virus for a couple of weeks. During that
time, I also bumped my head, and when you’re on a blood thinner you don’t want
to do that. As the days went by, I noticed an increasingly severe headache,
until last night it was so bad I thought that surely something sinister was
going on inside my brain.
At about 4 am I emailed my consultant, who is a world expert
in the condition I have, and told him what was going on. I fell asleep, and
when I woke again at 7 am I had a reply from him, and an appointment with him
at the hospital at 2 pm. Not only did he squeeze me in, he also got me a CT
scan at 3. He called about 7 with the result – nothing to worry about, praise
the Lord.
Well, I praise the Lord for his healing, and I praise the
Lord for my consultant, and I praise the Lord for the NHS, whose very existence
means that when you are already anxious about a health issue, you don’t have to
worry as well about a horrendous bill.
I am counting my blessings tonight, and one of them is the
NHS.
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