When you seek help, we will create systems of such complexity that no one who enters can ever arrive or find their way out. We will make Kafka laugh.
I keep thinking Land Rovers.
I think Dutchy Organics.
Purveyors of fine foods to HRH.
It’s a jumble.
‘Think of it as an internship.’
‘I don’t want to be a waiter,’ he says.
‘I know, you are gaining life-skills and, well… Experience.’
He doesn’t answer.
..when you see society deteriorating, when there is so much potential for improvement, that is surely depressing; when you see vibrant doctors and nurses forced into early retirement because the work has become too much, that is bad; when you know that people have and will die because of cuts, what could be worse?
Mostly, my approach is to consider that we, that is the community services (those outside the acute hospital) can and do support a far broader range of patients than people realise and, when working well together, can care for a significant proportion of the people who otherwise arrive at the door of A&E.
Life is, in its very nature, perverse.
I tweeted yesterday something about the UK’s workforce problems facing health and social care. There you go. Check out the blog I wrote a couple of weeks ago, then the more recent plan for a visit across to India. You could read this two-ways. The first; the NHS isn’t working – look at Switzerland, Germany,Continue reading “They can’t even get their crap recruitment right”
In the past when I have written about Mr Hunt I have struggled to use his name, generally preferring the abbreviation ‘JH’ or just that man. As if, by not naming him he is less real, more likely to be the product of a too-vivid nightmare. But, alas, he is real. This leads me toContinue reading “Being Jeremy Hunt”