Background information as to why I am running this campaign.
UKIP pledges an additional £3 billion more for the NHS every year; an affordable sum paid for ultimately by the savings we will make from leaving the European Union, but in the shorter term from other savings we will identify within our manifesto. We will insist this money goes into frontline resources, yes that’s real doctors, nurses and care, not middle management or expensive spin doctors.
In just one year they have had to set aside an additional £27,831m to satisfy the demands of people who expected to receive financial compensation for whatever mistake was made.
Yet none of that money can ever 'undo' the mistake that has been made.
The more you sue the NHS - the less money there is to provide a servce that is not under such great pressure that it makes mistakes.
This isn't about car parking charges, or fiddling an extra £3 Billion from here or there - is is about accepting that sometimes things go wrong.
Sometimes they go wrong because someone was incompetent, inefficient, 'in' a lot of things, and they need to be fired, never allowed to practise again, systems need to change.
Sending the patient a cheque does not achieve any of that.
Sometimes things go wrong and it is nobody's fault. They don't get a cheque from the NHS Litigation fund.
But in both cases the NHS provides every treatment, every piece of equipment, everything they could need to make their life better.
I am well aware that I am not writing with my usual flair - and that there may be many spelling and typing mistakes - but I am writing through a fog of medication and dodging nurses as I do.
Right now, I am going to get my hair cut - in bed - which should be fun. I can't avoid the moon shaped face I have acquired through the steroids, and this bloody tumour wrapping itself round my neck, and making me look like an elephant with a triangular head! But I don't have to offset it with overgrown hair. I literally don't recognise myself when I look in the mirror- so I stopped looking in the mirror!
Then I shall get back to work again.
If you want to know how I was when I could write, you could always go to http://annaraccoon.co.uk/ and have a dig around there. Some of the pieces on there I was actually quite proud of. It really hurts my pride that I can't do that anymore. But there you go - what can you do when your boots let in?