A few months ago I was contacted
by one of my old magistrate colleagues. She was someone I hadn’t seen since I
retired from the bench a few years ago. She asked if I would come and speak to
the Bolton Branch of the National Women’s Register. It wasn’t a group I was
familiar with, but as the focus for the talk was around nurse education and
whether we were preparing nurses for the future I readily said yes. Which is
why last Wednesday, I found myself at a rather grand house, sitting in a circle
of 15 women talking about nurses, nursing, education, research and practice. The
average age of the women was about 65+, three of them had been nurses, and one a
doctor. It was an interesting conversation and the two hours I was there flew
past.
I reflected on the discussion
afterwards. Despite the ladies listening and asking some tough questions, the
context for these was perhaps not unsurprisingly, the very traditional view of
the NHS. As a group they were hospital centric, and found it difficult to think
outside of that box. I guess there might be many more who think like the ladies
in this group. For example, last week I went to a GP practice to support a friend, and it
was like Bedlam. There were people everywhere, it was hot, and tempers were
frayed. The promised 15.00 appointment turned out to be 16.20. It may therefore be
understandable that some folk will simply give their GP a miss and pitch up at
A+E.
Such choices were something I had
discussed earlier on in the day last Wednesday. I chair the Wrightington, Wigan
and Leigh NHS Trust Quality and Safety (Q&S) Committee. The unceasing
demand fed through the A+E department, has a ‘knock-on’ impact to other parts
of the hospital. Getting people to theatre in the optimum time possible was
a particularly difficult issue this month. I guess from my reading, our Trust
is not the only one experiencing these problems. Another (seemingly impossible
to resolve) problem is the prescribing of oxygen. This also came up in the
Q&S committee. Whilst those who need oxygen in an emergency situation
wouldn’t be denied this, prevailing guidelines indicate that oxygen should
always be prescribed.
Oxygen is not always seen as a
prescribing substance, and it’s always given when needed. Asking a doctor to write
up a prescription after the event is often seen as an unnecessary bureaucratic
hindrance. So prescriptions don’t always get written. Whilst we agreed on an
action plan to try and improve this situation, I was reminded of poor old Ignaz
Semmelweis. He gave his name to something we now know as the Semmelweis Reflex.
This describes the notion that people reflexively fear taking on something new. In the 1840s, Semmelweis worked as a doctor.
He came up with a radical idea, and it was an idea that if adopted, might have saved
thousands of lives.
One of the things he noticed was
the way in which doctors walked away from treating those dying, or those already
dead and continued to work in areas such the maternity ward. He noticed that
the maternity wards also had very high mortality rates. Indeed, he felt women
would be better off having their babies delivered at home. His insightful idea
was that doctors should wash their hands between treating sick patients and
delivering babies. The collective medical profession of the time said NO to
this idea. Semmelweis didn’t prosper, he developed a mental illness and
eventually died in a mental health hospital. Of course, as we now know, all
health care professions recognised what he was suggesting was actually right.
We now all routinely wash our hands as we enter wards, or attend each new patient.
And last week, it was Thursday
that gave rise to a situation that made me smile the most. Young Lucy, studying
psychology at Leeds University, disappeared upstairs to write what I understood
was an assignment on the philosopher Descartes. Of course it was Descartes that famously said:
je pense, donc je suis; I think I therefore I am. But it is his work on
Cartesian dualism that caught my attention in this situation. Lucy eventually
re-appeared in the lounge. I asked how she had got on with her Decartes
assignment, only to be told that she had been busy sorting out her fake suntan,
and hadn’t written a word of her assignment. The Cartesian dualism, mind and the
body, personified. Perfect!
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