Often, hospital experiences aren’t pleasant experiences, most people will tell you that. This is why yesterday came as such a big surprise. I’m no stranger to hospitals, in multiple countries, and for me it’s been the case of always changing doctors and the classic lack of continuity experienced by a large body of patients in the NHS. I was booked in for an emergency appointment with the on call doctor as it was a Sunday morning, in my mind, I was thinking “great, I don’t eat to be here, he doesn’t want to be here, he’s probably just going to give me his seven minutes, nothing more, nothing less”. So I turned up to the clinic, disgruntled and walked in to the clinic, only to have him stop his current consultation with another patient and walk in to my nurse check up and personally welcome me, assuaging the nurse that he knows me very well and to just let me come through! Mr. C was a consultant that I’d been with a few times but I never really thought he’d remember me amongst the sea of other patients that he must see on a daily basis, but not only did he remember me, he fast tracked me and slightly twisted the arms of some departments to get me in today before my train back to uni. He gave me all the time in the world, assuring me that he wasn’t in a hurry and he wasn’t missing out on his Sunday roast because of me; I felt like he actually cared. Ill be happy, in te future, if I’m even a 10th of the doctor this man is as the way I was treated is the way, I’d hope, one day, every patient feels on coming to a hospital.