gin-nurtered time waster.
©Elsie Anderton,
The Babylon Lane Tales 2012
Skippy had her eye's tested yesterday. She's been complaining recently that the world looks spotty.
It went something like this:
Optician: Right Skippy, can you explain to me what these spots you see look like and when you see them?
Skippy: Well, yes. They look like spots. Everything I look at all the time is very dotty.
Optician: Ok. Is there anything else you can tell me? Is it more dotty in the morning, or maybe are far away things more spotty?
Skippy: Well, there is something else - Mummy I've never told you this before - but sometimes when I look at my hand I can SEE RIGHT THROUGH IT. I'm not sure if I'm imagining it though...
Optician (coughing slightly): I think it's pretty safe to say that's in your imagination Skippy, unless you have superpowers, of course.
In my next life, can I just have a normal child, please?
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I mock, but I do so from the comfortable position of knowing that if my child needs medical attention I can walk two minutes to my local GP surgery. And I may moan about the NHS, but that's very easy to do from a seat of utter privilege.
I know that if my child is desperately ill, a full network of highly skilled specialists will roll into action to provide her with enviable care and medication. I don't ever have to worry that my daughter will die because we don't have access to even the most basic health facilities. I take our health system for granted so much, that I never think what it would be like if it wasn't there.
I am so lucky that I can pop into see a healthcare worker at the drop of a hat, when my child complains of spotty eyes and imaginary see-through hands.
Not everyone has this luxury; some of the poorest countries have a massive short-fall of health workers. Without these workers vaccines cannot be administered, drugs can't be prescribed and children die. These children are dying from causes that can be prevented or treated because there aren't enough nurses and doctors. This isn't right.
Save the Children and many bloggers (including Nickie at Typecast) are petitioning the government to change this and they need your help. Please take a couple of minutes, before Tuesday, to sign this petition (here). Please help.
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