Roadtoad
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I realize this is just one view, and that there's some serious questions about the balance of the reporting, (I think it's an Op-Ed piece), but it raises some very serious questions about socialized medicine.
I don't want anyone to have this kind of authority over me. Ever.
Two years ago, the owner of this face, a retired builder from West Cornwall, broke his ankle in three places. A plastercast failed to set the break, and ever since then, where once was fleet foot and stout shank, has been felt only the ghastly grinding of bone on bone.
So grisly is the pain, we learned, that Mr Nuttall is prescribed daily doses of morphine by the local medicine men. His hurdling career is in tatters. And now these same medicine men, the Hippocrateses of the Royal Cornwall Hospital in Truro, are refusing to enter him for an operation to set his ankle. The reason for this, they explain, is that Mr Nuttall is a smoker.
I don't want anyone to have this kind of authority over me. Ever.
