Paul Routledge says that unless the Tory paymasters can come up with a plan to solve NHS grievances, innocent patients could well end up dying
I owe my life to the skill and Âdedication of the doctors, nurses and support staff of Leeds General Infirmary.
Without their 10-hour, all-night operation for an aortic dissection six months ago on this date, I’d have died.
Apart from the surgeon, Mr Papaspyros, I don’t even know their names. I was away with the fairies much of the time, in intensive care.
But I do know they are worth more than the lower-than-inflation pay rise imposed on them by the Tories this year, after a decade of real-term cuts.