I have EVERY faith in the NHS. A search on my recent posts will reveal infuriation with the red tape and paperwork but when the brown stuff hits the fan the front line staff have literally saved my life on several occasions now.
My only complaint with doctors, and it's specific to doctors, is the communication. It's probably down to the pressure to make an instant diagnosis, but in relatively uncharted waters like neurology it seems every doctor comes up with a different diagnosis but then presents that like it's 100% definite and sure fire. Sometimes just saying "we don't know, but we have a fair idea how to fix it" is fine, rather than being told with complete authority two completely different things. I work in IT, I can therefore spot professional bullpoo a mile off (the IT industry probably invented it), offer your best guess for sure, just don't present it like it's a 100% fact
The other gripe won't really affect us until we're way passed motorbike riding age, but it's the way they treated my grandad on his hospital death bed. He was admitted in November, all the staff were proudly wearing their poppies and failed to see the irony of how they just wrote off the elderly dying man who actually earned his poppy by fighting in the very wars the poppy remembers (ok, so not the fields of Flanders, but WW2).