Crisis, what crisis?
I drove 180 miles on Tuesday, transporting patients whist supposedly second in charge of a secure mental health ward.
11 hours out of a 12 hour shift.
I watched an A&E Doctor break down in tears in a packed waiting room where one elderly lady had been waiting 12 hours to be seen for a possible stroke.
I comforted a lad with severe mental issues whilst he watched his father die.
I took another lad with an urgent, life threatening condition to be seen at a local hospital, where the staff had to decide who to see first and who to leave outside in an ambulance, because of staff shortages.
I came home and turned on the telly to see this woman tell me that she genuinely didn’t care about any of it.
How do you think I’m voting?