This
item was written twelve years ago and reflects the situation then. It was because then the question arose if we
had a bad winter. This year the summer
has been worm and prolonged due to where the Gulf Stream has gone and a series
of "blocking highs".
If
this continues for any time then such a weather pattern could mean some long
very cold spells with all the problems that could arise. It is a long item but the question is are
things any better now?
Quote:
Two
years ago Local Authorities were chartering commercial freezer facilities to
cope with the backlog of the deceased awaiting burial or cremation. Part of the problem was the extra long
holiday imposed for the Millennium, the more serious was the increased number
of deaths arising from a widespread epidemic of influenza.
There
has been a campaign this year to persuade the old and vulnerable to have their
flu’ jabs in good time to reduce the risk, and this has had a measure of
success. But what if there is a
particularly nasty or unexpected influenza virus about later this winter, and
occurs at the same time as a longer than usual cold spell of weather?
The
increase in the illness and casualty rate and the numbers needing urgent
treatment may mean that in the hospitals there could be corpses in the
corridors, and bed blocking on an unprecedented scale.
Along
with this will be care establishments in trouble, and people dying in their
beds at home waiting for the doctor or the ambulance, or a caring agency that
never comes.
The
spin will be probably that the casualties were old and demographics meant that
an upward shift in the mortality rates was predictable statistically and only
to be expected. There may be an enquiry,
but don’t bet on it.
One
of the roots of the problem is the naivety of the British public in believing
what they are told. The engaging
persuasiveness of the Ministry of Information propaganda films of the late
1940’s on behalf of the Attlee government on the one hand; and the bullying
neurotic tantrums of Nye Bevan on the other; resulted in too many hopes being
placed on a National Health Service created on the basis of a fundamental
error.
A
local clinic arrangement that had suited a valley in South Wales, Tredegar,
which was Bevan’s own patch, was made the template of a single structure
service for the whole nation, irrespective of the variety of practice,
organisation, and the complex needs of the rest of the country.
As
a flexible, responsive, developing service the NHS was doomed from day
one. It began as a static model from the
pre-antibiotic age, when a fester could be fatal. It was not designed to cope with the pace of
research, the new drugs, new surgical techniques, methods, radical changes in
the rate of survival of serious cases, and the ageing of the population.
General
Practitioners in the early 1950’s complained that they were conceived of as a
kind of shunter, despatching patients to what tracks were available in the
local hospital. For them the practice of
medicine was organised like the railway marshalling yard, but much worse, and
in ignorance of the destinations of the trains.
The
rush to impose the Tredegar Model also meant the creation of unwieldy and
impenetrable bureaucracies from the outset, the characteristic feature of a
Labour reform or reorganisation of any kind.
It
was the professionalism of the nurses and doctors, and the dedication of so
many other staff and voluntary workers, that kept the show on the road.
The belief that the NHS was the
best in the world, like our athletes and football teams, made us reluctant to
enquire too deeply about what we were getting for our money for too long. A
good deal of the governments finance available went on other things.
When you see Concorde up in the
sky, tell yourself that is where the money for NHS hospitals went in the 1960’s
and 1970’s. Concorde was a prestige
project designed for the personal benefit of the elite; NHS hospitals were for
the peasants, that telling word heard from the lips of our political and
commercial masters in private so often during that age.
Governments of many hues and people
came and went, only to add to the misery.
It is difficult to decide which of the many reshuffles have been the
worst. Possibly the one induced by Heath
The Horrible in 1973-1974 takes the prize, inspired by the ideas on hospital
organisation of John Garlick Llewellyn Poulson; but Puffer Clarke, the man who
chucked it all in the air, runs him a close second.
There is awareness that all is not
right in the hospitals, and the NHS is bracing itself for another
upheaval. One of the key problems is the
bottlenecks in, out, and within, and this is directly related to the
elimination of effective spare capacity under narrowly conceived costing procedures.
The shambles of the Accident and
Emergency arrangements and the admission systems of so many hospitals is the
direct consequence of pretty paper exercises and massaging the figures to fit
the sums laid down at the centre that have taken no account of the realities.
We hear about the problem of many
people being sent home before their time, but there is another. Once in, it can be extraordinarily difficult
to get out. You have to wait for the
system to function, and because of the strain on the hospitals it rarely
does.
How many bed-days are lost because
people are sitting around waiting for a doctor to tap them on the head as they
walk past to say go, or the bit of paper needed cannot be found or has not been
signed by the duty wizard or whoever?
If
the basic model, and the essential constitution of the NHS has been badly
flawed from the beginning how do we begin again? Can any government inspired review ever bring
round a system that cannot work?
Is
it any longer possible for Britain to have health provision that matches its
needs soon, and is able to keep pace with change? Will the present NHS ever create enough
operational capacity and flexibility to manage the ups and downs of demand
during each day, never mind each year?
Beyond the hospitals, there is little appreciation of the
disaster enfolding in the provision for the very old and sick. New laws and regulations, uncoordinated, and
brought in without thought for the long-term effects have severely reduced the
provision in Residential and Nursing Homes at a time when the population in
this category is rising.
This is impacting into Care in the Community now to a level
when many services are at breakdown point.
A welter of restrictions arising from Health and Safety and other
limitations has had all sorts of side effects.
When old Mrs. Smith falls over, wherever it is, if there is no one
trained or qualified to hand to pick her up then she has to stay there until an
ambulance crew arrives.
If she had a bit of a bump all too often this means that to
cover themselves, the crew haul her off to the local A & E Department to
help fill up the trolleys. The
assumption made in the calculations of the government that one way or another
there would be enough local carers, voluntary or paid, was badly wrong, and the
strains in the system are all too evident on the ground.
The
extended family has long gone, the new aged had few children, and many of those
are now old themselves or have been though divorce or difficulty that limit the
numbers able to support their parents.
The
dumping of the majority of the over fifties from the labour market has
seriously impacted on the ability of most of that age group to help fund the
support and provision for their parents.
It is a dreadful mess, and in one of the coming winters we will all find
out just how bad it is going to be.
There
will be no laws or regulations, and no public authority capable of dealing with
the magnitude of the crisis. The NHS
will not be able to, because it is now at the point when it cannot help itself. So what will Mr. Blair do? Call in the Army to build the pyres again?
Unquote.
Since
then the Army has been much reduced and has had to take on other duties.
"radical changes in the rate of survival of serious cases"
ReplyDeleteI've seen quite a few examples of this myself. Nobody wants to pop off early, but I'm sure we live too long. I don't want to end up like my parents, but the odds are I will.