A patient whose instinct for self-preservation
made him withhold his name writes:
I know our country is in a trance of hero worship
for our nurses.
I know that to criticise a nurse is tantamount
to mugging an old lady.
And all of the individual nurses and auxiliaries
who helped me seemed jolly nice people in themselves,
too, but...
- They
talked to each other about me at times as if I wasn’t
there, particularly when instructing students in my
presence – in fact the patients seemed a relatively
minor part of the business of the ward
- Only
one nurse actually introduced herself
-
I was endlessly asked the same questions in order
that a succession of forms could be filled in
- I
was promised a ‘named nurse’ who would see to co-ordination
of care throughout my stay – this didn’t happen
-
The morning after the op. I woke up at about 6.30am,
in discomfort, to the sound of a very loud conversation
going on within ten feet of my bed. This was one nurse
telling another about her holiday, with photos to
prove it. Neither so much as looked at me.
-
In mid-morning there was a loud row at the end of
the ward involving nurses and auxiliaries of various
grades. I think it was about rotas. The aftermath
of the row continued over the morning. One nurse asked
an auxiliary, next to my bed, how she felt about the
criticism she received from a senior nurse during
the row. “Destroyed” was the answer.
The Editor, who can never miss a chance to make
a telling point, comments: Remember, the key to a
productive customer-friendly climate is effective
team leadership.
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