I get more than fed up sometimes hearing negatives about my beloved homeland.
The gless half empty and with a hole in the bottom sort of stuff, the response to a day of stunning glorious weather being “we’ll suffer for this the morra”.
The too wee, too poor, what currency would you use trope, the media droning on about our public services, like our health service, which if they looked above the trees and compared them with other countries who are party to the union, they’d see that we are miles ahead, whilst setting extremely challenging targets which we struggle to achieve because they are so challenging, but we are striving and determined to get there anyway, that’s why we set them that way, aw ae that.
It’s the Scottish way, the way of my generation and those that came before, partly I suspect as a defence mechanism over the years, often turning to self-deprecation and dark humour in times of strife, poverty and hard times. That, and of course the dreaded Scottish cringe. Our coming generations don’t see it that way, hopefully.
This witch-hunt that is currently taking place for the political head of the eminently capable Jeane Freeman, Secretary for Health in Scotland’s Government, is a perfect example of that grinding downward negativity. A more hardworking, sincere and committed public servant you’ll never meet.
Belying the propaganda almost all of the personal experiences I’ve had with the Scottish NHS have left me humbled and marvelling at the existence of such a fine service.
When my Dad was in his last days,
I spent the best part of every day for around three weeks sitting with him at his bedside, observing the absolutely first class compassionate, dignified and respectful care he received. I don’t recognise that as the health service that gets slagged off every day in your evening news. The nurses, ancillary staff and the doctors couldn’t do enough for him, and for us, his family.
His doctor, who was from France, took my wife and I to one side one day in a side room to break the news to us that they couldn’t continue to provide Dad with blood transfusions, which were boosting him up, because each time he got a transfusion the consequent decline was making him more ill.
In effect the doctor wanted me to know that Dad was definitely going to pass away but he couldn’t give me an idea of how long that process would take. My goodness, the poor man himself was nearly as upset as we were at the telling of the news. He was distraught, I nearly gave him a reassuring hug masel. That’s my Scotland.
Then when my wife’s Dad was becoming frail and nearing the time for residential care we travelled to see him and found him positively surrounded by carers looking after his needs. One, a wee Polish lassie, even popped in to see him at night time, after her shift on her way home, just to see he was awright and settled after his tea. No requirement to do so, not part of her work, but she did it anyway.
When he eventually went in to care the staff in the NHS run home were superb. Cheery, thoughtful, positive, interested in what he had to say when he was chatty, and importantly, always putting a reassuring hand on his arm or around his shoulder when he needed it. Real people who cared about others, not just doing a job, following their vocation. NHS Scotland. That is my Scotland.
All of this madness that seems to be surrounding much of the rest of the island which Scotland is part of, an island floating in the North Sea off the coast of mainland Europe,is a grave danger to our country, the thin end of a narrow-minded, inward looking, fear of foreigners,separatist right-wing British nationalism which threatens to engulf us.
Our cultural sense of ‘I’d rather dae ye a gid turn than a bad yin” must prevail. Scotland must take steps to ensure that our children and grandchildren’s futures do not suffer because of extreme political decisions taken in another country which impact our country.
#VoteSNP on 12 December and Yes in 2020. Independence is normal, being governed by another country is not.
Happy St Andrew’s Day one and all!
Why no’ dae somebody a gid turn today?