And by us, I mean the chronically sick and disabled.
Doctors back denial of treatment for smokers and the obese, says the Guardian, going on to say that “Survey finds 54% of doctors think the NHS should have the right to withhold non-emergency treatment.”
Smokers I have little sympathy for – you made that decision, in the face of all the evidence that it’s not just seriously harmful to you, but to everyone around you, so I’m sorry, but you get to live with the consequences. And had I not lived, worked and socialised among smokers for most of my life, until the ban, I wouldn’t be anywhere near as ill as I am now, so sympathy is in very short supply.
However, a lot of people with mental health problems smoke, and also take meds that cause weight gain; what of them?
And if you’re fat because you’ve quit smoking, you’re probably feeling pretty badly done by about now – welcome to the club.
It’s a given that, barring accidents, most of those who need ops or drugs are probably more likely to be among the legions of sick and disabled than among the well and it becoming increasingly clear, as I’ve said before, that these bastards want us dead.
The government bastards that is – what the bloody hell doctors are doing backing this Nazi bullshit is quite beyond me.
Pretty obviously, very many disabled people are fat, as am I, simply because our conditions totally preclude exercise, without which it is quite impossible to lose weight, and that weight is very often caused by our medication – I’ve subsisted on a diet of around 800 calories a day for many years (and that includes my weekly pub trip), and I’ve lost not an ounce because of it.
I’m several stone more than I should be – much of that, I’ve discovered of late, is fluid retention as a result of heart failure, and how long that’s been a serious problem I can’t say for sure – with a powerful diuretic I can shed a stone in a week, and carry on losing fluid weight at a slower rate. Equally, when I had to stop taking the drug for while, I regained a stone equally quickly and am still going up slowly as my body becomes less responsive to the drug.
In addition to that, I also take a high level of inhaled steroids, and at that level they have the same systemic effects as oral steroids – primarily, weight gain, plus a raft of equally undesirable conditions, some much more serious than being fat. A lot of people with respiratory conditions are in the same boat, of course, I’m not claiming I’m unique.
I am, though, as regular readers will know, substantially – and seriously – disabled, I can’t walk more than a few yards and, if I have to I’m out of action for days afterwards. Mostly, I use wheels when I can.
And what about the medication we fat crips are already taking? Are they going to start pissing about with that?
Most of my medication, as with many other people with incurable conditions, can, very broadly, be described as palliative, in that it eases the symptoms but isn’t urgent – it doesn’t cure anything, because nothing is curable.** So how soon can I expect my GP to start buggering with my meds, I wonder?
**I’ll die without my meds, but not quickly and not pleasantly, but does that make it urgent? Not taking bets on it.
And if they get away with this, how long before they decide having white hair excludes you from surgery, or other treatment, on the grounds that you might not live long enough to derive the maximum value from it, thus it’s not worth the expense?
Cynical? Yep – guilty as charged – let’s face it, I’m entitled to be, as my cardiologist has done a runner. Impossible? Don’t you believe it!