I suspect part of this is the damage inflicted on doctors in medical school where we are taught to be vigilant, to utilise our Sherlock.
As adults, we eat our food. When we are unable or incompetent, we are fed. I feed my cat or dog or a baby, I eat my McDonalds.
Today, when you suffer, I feel pain. I can’t shut out your experience. We exist as a community, if not we perish as individuals.
...where, through an over reliance on targets, process and objectification, people became dehumanised, and where, with the current extreme pressures within the system, fixating on waiting times, bed-occupancy and length of stay, we risk falling into a similar trope.
I remember a recent patient, G. who became lost after a couple of seconds of redirection, ‘Where am I?’ Was his usual refrain; G had Alzheimer’s.
I have spent so long recently crying over our beloved system, this was more like a time to celebrate.