Just awoke again on Bizarre Sunday, the clash of the time zones.
Ok, what does one call elderly these days? Post-80 years? Or with elderly conditions in one’s 60s or what? Just being a pensioner?
I suppose I can still be called late middle but occasionally it pays to be all decrepit – either way, I’ve certainly been neglected by the NHS, thank goodness say I. Coz I do not wish to be fighting the two army officers holding me down while satan’s little nurse injects me with Hancock’s Oxford poison.
Spare a thought for these poor sods:
I mean, people with genuine conditions who would die without help and to whose toes are attached DNR signs for the everlovin’ young Tik Tok dancing nurses to helpfully bypass on their way to a knees up in the reception area to stave off boredom, for which we all come out of our homes at 8 p.m., like automatons, and compulsorily clap?
Compulsorily clap all right – clap ’em in prison more like. Who was the criminal who told these nurses that the public would find it a real hoot for them to neglect their duties and dance under the choreographer’s gaze?
What sicko sent people to the wards in the first place to tell nurses to do that?
And why on earth would they comply?
And what is a Tik Tok anyway? Yes, I’ve seen the name bandied about, plus Zoom and some others. What on earth are such things? Sounds to me as nasty as Jack Nicholson’s Joker or Ken Kesey’s Merry Pranksters.
Satanic in other words.
(1) A great crime has taken place in front of our very eyes. Hospitals were cleared of patients in March & the frail elderly were denied medical treatment in order to ´Protect the NHS’ from a deluge of patients which was never likely to come, based as it was on ludicrous
— Neil Clark (@NeilClark66) October 25, 2020