Whereas our experience with my local surgery, the other half's surgery the other side of Leeds, and my mum's surgery near Halifax, could not be more opposite to that. Probably add my boss's one in N.Yorks too - saw him, had a room for him in hospital the same day.The GP system is absolute pants. In my early teens I started suffering hay fever and asthma during the summer, and it was miserable. The GP did next to nothing, several visits every summer, he’d prescribe piriton for a month, which did nothing, so I’d eventually get my mother to take me back, and he’d prescribe something else, equally useless. This went on every year, same meds every year, same misery.
Then one day a mate offered me a puff on his blue inhaler, and my life was transformed. I went to the GP and he said “oh, you can have one of them if you want” Did it never occur to him to give me one before?
And since then (I’m 61 now) I don’t recall ever leaving a GP surgery feeling satisfied that they had actually listened, taken note, or been bothered about what I told them, about any ailment I‘ve had. Their modus operandi seems to be to get the patient shut up and out the door as quickly as possible.
When Covid struck, every business in the country bent over backwards to find a work around.... but our GP system simply locked their doors and made everybody wait out in the car park. Not even the courtesy of a tent to keep the weather off!