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Today, why more and more people in Britain are turning to private health care

and away from the NHS?

My name is Carl Bolton, I'm retired, I live in the North West of England, between Preston and Blackpool.

When Cargay got work, he threw himself into a hobby that fitted his new pace of life,

beekeeping. My wife used to laugh at me because on a sunny day, I would take a stool down to the

bottom of the garden where the bees are and just put my stool next to the hives and watch the bees

going about their business. It's not a dangerous hobby, but it does have one obvious hazard.

So, being stung is part and parcel being a beekeeper and over the years, I've been stung many, many times.

The last time I got stung, I wasn't even tending the bees, I was picking up windfall fruit

off the garden, sorry, I only had a t-shirt on and I picked up a pair and there was a bee on it

and she flew up my t-shirt sleeve and she stung me in the armpit. I immediately knew something

was off, it didn't feel like a regular sting.

Carl felt weak as if his legs might buckle. He was dizzy, pale. His wife quickly drove him to the

local pharmacy. The sweat was pouring off me at horrendous and the pharmacist said we need to

ring 999 and the pharmacist had an epipan and she whacked me in the thigh with the epipan pretty hard.

Honestly, within minutes, it has started to feel better. The paramedic said it was a

matter of urgency that I go to the GP and that's what I did. The GP said that Carl had to get rid

of his bees immediately. His condition could be life-rending and emergency appointment was scheduled

for the immunology department at the local hospital. I got the letter pretty quickly actually,

so this was in late September I think and the letter came and it said your appointment is in

November and I thought well that's not part, that's pretty quick and then my wife said well hold on,

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