Hiya,
Rosies, on the whole, are fairly level-headed if somewhat fierce bunnies. Ungiven to ranting and moderately (though inexpertly) inclined to giving helpful words to those in need and at this particular juncture would appreciate the opportunity to have a bit of a grumble, with overtones of "tell me ain't as bad as wot they say it is".
Today I went to see the very glamorous Dr. Jamil (SE Wales's pre-eminent, nay only, gender specialist) who told me that she is quite happy to make the referral for the surgery to sort out then birth defect. Which is all fine and tidy like except:
* The letter for the referral will need to wait until her secretary gets back in the new year,
* After the letter the WSSC need to approve funding,
* Best hope of the funding actually hitting the system is 6 months,
* After that I'll fall (more or less literally) into the NHS's Lunndain Gorllewin surgery waiting list, which means,
* 2-3 (redacted due to extreme swearing) years spent spinning wheels.
Whilst I appreciate that the NHS can seem like a Garden of Delights to those with a fully privatised healthcare system it is still a right thingummy-nonsense irritant to those of us living under the spell of the ham-faced shed-head and his troupe of uncaring flah-flutters.
The mainly dischuffed,
Rosie
