When I first moved to London from New York, I was blown away that I didn’t need medical insurance to see a doctor. All I had to do was look up National Health Service clinics in my area and go to the nearest one. Prescriptions cost me mere £7, and birth control didn’t even require that £7-prescription fee (in New York, I had to pay $50 every month out of my pocket because they were not covered by my insurance). Whatever NHS’s troubles, it seemed to me that they were doing a fine job.
Two years and a pregnant friend later, I changed my mind.
Ex Nemo 