Friday, 25 October 2024

Bit of a Saga Holiday

 

The Athogion – Part One - Desperate Departures

In the thirty second year of King Andrweg and Queen Margaret’s reign, in the kingdom of Gwynedd, news reached the peaceful holiday resort that trouble was a'brewing in far off London Town.  All were filled with fear and dread, because that was a long way away.  Not a single citizen volunteered to come the the royal couple's aid.  So the beautiful princess Joanwern step forward.  “Send me” she called, “for I have a young person’s railcard - just (ends on the last day of her 26th year), and fear no guard.”

And so, with a heavy heart, the king and queen sorrowfully agreed, and with a small (and appropriately economic) entourage, journeyed with their daughter to the departure point in the middle of a great marsh.  Uncertainty gripped the air.  That very evening, news had arrived of a fearful and savage attack further up on the line.  Indeed, one 60-year-old man had died of a heart attack. Fifteen others had got away with minor injuries. 

But despite protestations from her concerned parents, Joannwern the brave, determined to travel on, even if this meant she might have to spend a night sleeping rough on the rude boards of a railway waitingroom. 

And in time, the train arrived, on time.  But the lily-livered engine driver refused to travel on into certain doom. Joannwern would only travel as far as Machynlleth, a short distance down the coast.  Vast tracts of land still stood between her and her mission.

Taking destiny in both hands the gallant princess forged on, with a prayer to the Almighty God, and a furtive scrolling of various timetables, she embraced her quest.  From Machynlleth, her journey took her by oxen cart through the Badlands, on to the kingdom of Shrewsbury.  In that county the trains worked reasonably well.  For certain she would succeed.  Doubts remained. Strange foreboding was heard on the tannoy. But onward the journey went, to Wolverhampton and then to Reading.  Here the passage came to an abrupt halt. Joannwern may have been unceremoniously thrown out into the dark inhospitable night, but for a kindly horseman who swept her up behind him on his steed and taxied off into the night.  Before the final stroke of midnight, Joannwern arrived at London (well, on the outskirts- it is a very big place). 

In the next episode - find out what the quest actually is.   Does Joannwern succeed in resolving these terrible issues so far away?  Was that awful journey worth it?  Do the royal parents ever see her again?  All will be revealed in the next episode of The Athogion.


Tuesday, 22 October 2024

Fixing the NHS


The NHS is not broken.  It is a large ramblings house. An army of itinerant plumbers have been at work; tutting as they remove vast organs, replacing them with incomprehensible new pipework: the gurgling continues. Various wings have been sold off, re-emerging as smart incongruous glass-clad boxes.  A general air of tender dishevelment pervades.  Cleaners gather around a cafe table, playing cards,  Doctors in blue pyjamas strid the corridors, stethoscopes draped round their neck denoting status.

An American psychotherapist joined our out-patients clinic.  She took one look at the plastic covered hotchpotch of low slung chairs, and spent most of her budget converting her consulting room into a set from a Woody Allen film.  I imagine an exasperated Allen sitting up from the analyst's couch exclaiming "you cannot be serious". 

Lucy eventually retired, and items from New York clinic gradually spread themselves round our building.  Now I walk into a room full of an eclectic mix of furniture.  I enquire "shall we put your mum in the chippendale high-backed chair, or on the moth-eaten waiting room chuck out?"

The land where I used to park was converted into a new Public-Private Partnership (PPP) GP surgery.  The day before the building opened someone sprayed across a bright azure blue painted wall, "stealing from the people".   It was quickly covered over, but I noted that the tone of the erasure paint was slightly too light. leaving a shadowy scar.

The NHS is supposed to be a 'service', but as we all know, the population now appears to 'serve' the beast.  The only way to change this is for the power balance to shift.  This is a mighty challenge, because some of the most powerful people and interests in the land are tied up in this enterprise.

Research showed how illness and calamity during a weekend (especially one with a bank holiday) results in a much higher rate of fatality.  The government moved towards a 7 day a week NHS.  But this was very problematic. No one wanted to work at the weekend.  The only way to archive this is to use highly paid locums.  Locums are the people who prefer to live on the edge of the system.  They are modern day peddlers. 

The other thing that people do not know about the NHS is how the private sector lives off the main body of the NHS.  The private sector could not exist without the NHS.  If any emergency occurs during a private procedure, it's off the local A&E.  Private hospitals employ NHS staff.  They are essentially a 'queue jump'.  You get the same service from the same people, but quicker.  People think they reduce the burden on the NHS.   But private staff are all subsidised by the NHS.  They trained in the state system.  When the insurance runs out, the patients get shipped back to the NHS.  The private sector is far more likely to invest in commercial products that are not really essential.  If they were essential, they would be in the NHS already. 

So what do we do to 'fix; the NHS?  The first thing will be to set a charter that defines how it is to be run.  The NHS has a constitution (with many fine words).  The first line is "The NHS belongs to the people." However, if you wanted a plumber to do urgent work and got the response, "sure, I'll be with you in six months", you would say, "sorry no, I'll get another plumber." 

My Constitution for the NHS

1) To remain free at the point of use.  No money to be exchanged.  The act of collecting the money in the first place will cost more than the benefit accrued.  This includes the threat of fines for non-attendance.  And also so called NHS tourism, which again is not as significant a problem as is made out to be.   

 People who miss appointments are likely to be elderly.  A significant proportion of NHS services are used by the elderly, and quite sophisticated reminder systems are in operations to get them to appointments.  Some appointments are clearly not needed if forgotten.  Much NHS admin time is dependent on people not attending appointment.  

2) Be open and honest about the resources available.  Elect regional juries to help the specialists allocate these resources to mitigate against powerful commercial interests.

3) Define functional waiting times for all disciplines.  Waiting times are part of very well known 'demand- capacity' economic formulations.  There are three things that affect waiting times. the first is increase the resource.  This works when the need and capacity are very close.  The second is work with greater efficiency, which also includes 'cutting corners', such as admin/ letters and reducing 'belt and braces' assessments (such as MRI scanning).  Increasing tolerance to 'risk' will need public approval, because the system is very averse to risk.  

4) Redefine the nature of liability.  Much of what the NHS does is governed by the fear of litigation.  This means it is constantly 'looking over its shoulder', rather than looking forward.  With a new partnership formed with the public, financial recompense can be seen as insurance, rather than redress.

5) Weed out people in the NHS who are there for the wrong reasons.  As with all industries, there are parasitic behaviours that are not healthy in any organism.  The NHS needs to be more welcoming to the good people who work in the system, and show less tolerance to those who abuse the system.  Since I joined the NHS I have seen a greater level of what I see is counterproductive harshness to staff.  New starters have to argue about their starting salary.   They begin in the system with a bad taste in their mouth.  There is a fear that management in soft, so no time allowed for a Christmas lunch, when across the whole country is relaxing together.  A bit of discretion is allowed.  Let's call it team building.

6) Ensure that the NHS works on the basis of equity.  This means that equal access incudes ensuring that people who will find access difficult has their pathway eased.  The NHS is good at providing an equal service, but we are not all equal.  Equitable means that these differences are accounted for.  



 





Saturday, 12 October 2024

Ignorance is Bliss

 

Ignorance is Fear, by Keith Harding
Credit: artfinder.com

Thoughts prompted by listening to Rory Stewart's podcast called 'The Long History of Ignorance."

Ignorance, similar to other words such as anger, sadness and effeminate, trigger pejorative thoughts.

Stewart comes to the defence of ignorance using the ancient socratic notion that ignorance has a lot going for it.

I was interested in the idea put forward that ignorance can be a maladaptive coping strategy.  Stewart points to the sensational German film, 'Zone of Interest', which follows the fortunes of the commandant of Auschwitz's family during the Second World War.  Life has never been so good for them.  They are now able to live their dream, designing and constructing a beautiful garden.  The only problem is that on the other side of their wall, a terrible evil is taking place.  Their idyll is in exchange for a horror.  The film leaves the viewer conscious that this is not an isolated story; could I too be living my dream concomitant on the suffering of others?  In the film 'Ignorance is bliss', but no one is ignorant, and everyone in the family suffers the consequence of the evil going on, each in their own subtle way.

Stewart links this with the 'White' ignorance of the West's past exploitation of mainly African people over hundreds of years, and the fact that the current status of African countries and peoples may still be affected by this.  Some people have 'woken up', and in response, mainstream culture does it's best to put them back to sleep.

I think now of the ignorance of the ruling classes (and that include me).  A wonderful colleague from my early social work days had many stories to tell.  One was the occasion she visited an elderly couple to meet with their children and discuss their care needs.  Judith could see when she met them that something significant had recently occur.  The couple were like young lovers, smiling and giggling.  She enquired why this might be.  The couple confessed that they had just got married.  Judith knew that this was extremely unusual for people from their background, and enquired why it had taken them so long.  The wife explained in hushed tones that when she was just young, she had had problems down below, and visited her doctor.  The doctor had been explained in serious tones that the situation was risky, and that it would be better for her if she 'never got married'.  The couple looked at each other, and sighed. The husband said "We figure that we are so old now that we can take our chance."

I am sure that that advice-giving doctor will have been shocked to observe the power vested in their wise and kindly words.  Powerful people are often ignorant of the degree of power society crowns them with, though salaries might give a good clue.

Ignorance is also freedom.  I recall Joanna coming back from an 'A'level philosophy and ethics class.  The teacher had asked the class to raise their hand if they were prepared to allow what they studied over the coming year to affect what they believed in.  Joanna thought about it, and raised her hand.  She explained that she was a seeker of the truth, and with the presence of God with her, she could safely explore belief.  Is this different for the poster my mother saw outside the Unitarian Church in Hampstead which said "This church does not undertake to believe today what it might believe tomorrow"?  I guess it's a question of motives and motivation. We all have our own beliefs, and relationship with the 'infinite', and as Stewart notes, our own perspectives are riddled with ignorance and prejudice.

Stewart is a Buddhist, and links with  Anthony Gormley, who may also describe himself as a Buddhist.  I am not against meditation, but I did wonder about the use of meditation to cope with the thought that we may never 'know' meaning in life. "Meaningless, Meaningless." If we conclude that meaning in life is unfathomable, are we like the fish in the fishbowl who conclude that 'water' around them is unknowable? (All about me, therefore ironically difficult to see.) Those who claim to have a close (personal) relationship with the Creator perhaps are starting from a different position.  "Given that I stand on this rock, my world looks like this."  

This is where 'not knowing' and belief meet. Stewart visits this are in the past episode. 

We are ignorant, to a large extent, of what the future holds. We have probability and prophecy to guide us.  The Creator has seen it all.  The story of life on earth is like a well worn video tape (disney's Frozen, or the Sound of Music' say).  It has a beginning middle and end.  We are stuck looking at it from the limitations presented by time.

I have been grateful to have been ignorant beforehand of many things that have happened in my life.

As Stewart points out, ignorance is a many splendored thing.