This is the transparency I encounter when I visit patients at home, in their poorliness or vulnerability, on their death-beds, in their terminal loneliness.
Us, being our country, the West, the media, call it what you like.
Our strained state of frustrated cynicism.
You hear this term all the time nowadays, at least, if you work in an NHS hospital, are an inpatient or carer or relative of someone who is occupying a hospital bed. Most often… Are they medically fit? When will they be medically fit? If they are medically fit, have you done the take-home medicines?Continue reading “Medically fit – today and tomorrow (3)”
Thank you, Jane, for the insight into why healthcare professionals in the 21st Century are using old-fashioned means of communication to deliver care… Perhaps, it is something more systemic, more general, a holding-on to the past? If you compare the changes within health that are happening today with 100 years ago, you might get aContinue reading “(0.047) The Speed of Snail”
Once this shift, this change in perspective has occurred, nothing can ever be the same.
We not I.
Us not me.
And here is the connection back to Frankl. A safe workplace is joyful. Safety is achieved through the staff having a sense of control of their own lives and meaning for their efforts.
I have a special soft spot for Geordies, possibly because I see them as token Scots, and, likely, because my grandfather, Ben, grew-up in Byker.