Written by Frederica

 

Stop Press 14/5/21: The NHS on Thursday night performed a climbdown over plans to use online and telephone “screening” for GP appointments and announced that every patient would now have the right to see their doctor face-to-face.

 

It doesn’t seem all that long ago that doctors were in-place to serve the community.  Now, like politicians, it appears that the community is there to serve the caprice of the doctors!

I remember going to the doctor’s surgery, taking a number in the waiting room and eventually you were called in to see the GP.  You had to be there by a certain time in the morning to be seen on the day but generally most people were able to do that.  If you were ill you were ill!  Appointments were bookable for anti-natal; follow-ups for tests or regular checks-ups etc.  But basically, if it was an emergency, you were seen.  Doctors also carried out home-visits for those who were too frail to get to the surgery or too sick to leave home.

At the time I mention above, it was also possible to call the surgery number in the night if you had a telephone (or could get to a neighbour who had one) for an emergency; speak directly to the doctor (or his long suffering wife!) and if he deemed it necessary he would turn out and visit.

Your doctor knew all there was to know about you, your life and your history.  Consequently, they also knew how to probe beneath the surface if they felt there was more to the matter than you had chosen to disclose! Thus, diagnoses were much more holistic than they are today and it was much more likely that the treatment you were offered was properly effective and quickly administered.  There were still waiting lists for consultant appointments and operations did not happen quickly even then (unless there was an emergency).  But generally, the system seemed to work to most people’s reasonable satisfaction.

Yes, doctors were probably overworked and very likely underpaid but they never appeared to be poverty stricken. They were respected in the communities that they served.  They did learn how to complain about their lot eventually, through the voice of their ‘union’ and thanks to the ‘good offices’ of Gordon Brown, their lot was improved an hundred-fold, seemingly overnight.

From that day on they haven’t looked back!  

Subsequent ‘Health Secretaries-of-State’ (each one less empathetic or ‘clued up’ on how to run a health system than the last), have meddled and twiddled with the knobs and levers of the ‘sacred NHS’.  Not one of them has caused any appreciable improvement to an already creaking system.  NHS ‘management’ has run rings around most of them.  Consequently the NHS has continued to become the almost unreachable monolith that it represents today.

Little by little it has become harder and harder to see the GP at the convenience of the patient.  First they began to work four day weeks. Then the system changed so that emergency appointments had to be made by 10.30am each morning.  There were only a limited number of appointments available so if you were really sick it was necessary to call the surgery as soon as it opened.  Thus, the telephone lines were ‘red-hot’ from 8.30am as people constantly had to re-dial in the hope of getting through.

The receptionists must have felt unduly pressured by that system, or maybe they were fed up with the ‘frustrations’ of the desperate potential patients.  So then, they decided that you had to actually queue outside from the time of surgery opening.  Thus, winter or summer, rain or shine, the queue built up outside the door from a very early hour.  You still weren’t guaranteed to get a consultation and I once saw an elderly person who had dragged themselves on to public transport and queued outside in inclement weather, only to be disappointed and sent away again.

The Covid debacle must have been like all their birthdays come at once.  The outside queues still carried on but distancing and face masks were mandatory and the reception desk was closed in favour of a half-open window at which you had to stand 6ft back and shout your business for all to hear!  For the lucky few who made it inside the hallowed portals (where the once crowded waiting room was now empty, chairs stacked up and shrouded away from view!) there was the mandatory hand-gel-scrub and the ‘escorted’ distanced walk to the consulting room where heavily masked and plastic shrouded clinicians deigned to discuss your case.

Even face-to-face appointments became and still are limited.  The surgery preference returned to ‘constant-redial’ telephone call attempts and “tell your troubles to our receptionists” after 4-minute-long call-steering messages – receptionists who have now been ‘trained-up’ by the doctors to ask for all your symptoms so they can decide whether you merit a telephone consultation or not!  It’s not as though all the ‘newly-trained-in-medicine’ receptionists have also acquired ‘empathy’. Most have enthusiastically embraced the ‘dragon-at-the-gate’, ‘jobsworth’ mentality in their zeal to protect the doctors from those nuisance patients.

Even hospital consultants have joyfully embraced the ‘no-patients-here’ principle.  Telephone consultations are the order of the day.  How can it be possible to make a genuine assessment of any person’s ailment or requirement for specialist treatment down a telephone line?

Still, we all thought … when the Covid ‘crisis’ goes away all this will be like a bad dream. How wrong we were!  Now the new ‘aristocracy’ feels so secure behind its ivory tower walls; so cushioned against the depredations of the ‘great-unwashed’ who cause such disruption to their cosy ordered way of life that they see no reason to return to the old ‘status quo’ at all.

Thus, we are to be kept at a distance for all time to come.  The opportunity to ‘tell your troubles’ to a properly qualified physician or specialist is now rapidly diminishing into the far distance.  I confidently foresee the imminent return of the local ‘wise-woman’ (witch to you and me) or the herbalist whose fragrant premises, redolent of strong smelling plants and root extracts, making a return to a corner shop near you any time soon.

 

 

Photo by Tim Green aka atoach