Anyway, on my mind is health and fitness. I'm back in Britain, and what do I find? The Lords, against all public opinion, voted to transfer our tax money from patients to their own private companies (talk about filling their own pockets) and damning our NHS. Now, living in France certainly made me proud of our NHS- you take it absolutely for granted until you don't have it. Having to buy health insurance was completely and utterly stressful and the thought of those creepyass doctors sitting behind a row of card machines and till still haunt me. You instantly got the impression that your money was more important than you, and that may well be the future for Britain. Our health and what's in our best interest may come second as to how much it's going to cost, which is depressing to say the least.
This week it really hit me how much I appreciate the NHS, my grandad had a seizure, gave us all a fright and had to be carted off to a hospital in Aberdeen. He is perfectly fine now, but he had to undergo a number of tests which now, due to France and this stupidity epidemic, I can see as rather costly (before I'd simply never thought of health treatment in pounds and pence). Know what a couple of bandages cost me? Over 50 euros! That's a bloody fortune for something so minor, and god forbid if you don't have the money upfront, or no money at all...
All I can say is, the future's bleak if we lose our NHS. There's just no way some people can afford to go to private clinics, and those rich gits at top don't care at all. Our politicians don't care for us, and soon our doctors won't either.
Danny Boyle's ode to the NHS, naturally...
And on a 'lighter' (I use this word with reservation) note, ever since I've been home I've been going on the parents' treadmill. Since living in France I have gained an entire stone of weight, this is absolutely no surprise given that the French diet consists of a lot of dairy and cream.
According to Uberfacts on Twitter: "The French eat four times as much butter, 60% more cheese and nearly three times as much pork than the rest of the world."
How they're not all fat bastards, I don't know. It is extremely rare to see an obese person in France by the way. Anyway, I am naming my French fat Rosetta and I'm damned determined to be rid of her. I'm quite annoyed at her lingering over the last few weeks despite my effort. What's more I have developed 'runners knee', I have to laugh as this may be the first sporting 'injury' I've had since Athlete's Foot. I can only put it down to the fact that I've injured my knee before by drunkenly throwing myself down a ramp in Tours. Though according to some running blog it's very common in women due to our hips (since mine are huge, it's a fair question). Anyway, I can only hope my knee heals a damned piece faster. I'm quite enjoying running. Who knew?
Pretty sure this shrimp could outrun me....
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