As a junior doctor working in the north of England many years ago, I along with my colleagues were conscious of the ‘Westfield Grannies’.
Westfield is one of those strange health schemes that pays out money when you are ill. Not enough money to go for private treatment or anything; just a bit of money. One of the ‘triggers’ for payment is admission to hospital - you get a certain amount of cash money for every night you stay on a ward.
Now if you have a chronic illness like emphysema or cardiac disease, you soon learn those magic symptoms that will ensure your admission to hospital. If you have lung disease, just say your exercise tolerance has decreased suddenly. If you have heart disease, say you have got chest pain that won’t go away.
The Westfield Grannies were an informal group of elderly ladies, probably unknown to each other, who would get a few nights in hospital, and then claim their cash. Like Bingo with an overnight stay and antibiotics.
As soon as the Westfield cheque came through, they’d be off to Blackpool or Filey or somewhere for a couple of weeks. All courtesy of their health insurance. And the NHS of course.
These days they probably go to Benidorm to visit their son’s crystal meth lab instead of visiting Filey. But the economics of it are basically the same.
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