I’m not sure about nurses standing around chatting, that’s not my experience. Fat women clutching clipboards chatting about their children, yes, nurses no.
I visited my 94 year old neighbour in hospital last week. The man is a legend. The retired Technical Services Director from my local council and has a fantastic mind m. He’s had several management books published and recently decided to research the history of American Jazz music and then to write about it.
He was in a bay of 6 patients and I think there were 8 bays. He was in excruciating pain and sat crying when I walked in. He wasn’t complaining, he just apologised for crying and not being able to talk. I asked a woman in a white tunic (I later learned that there are 14 different tunics in the hospital, all meaning something different), and she said she would get THE nurse, not A nurse, THE nurse. There was one nurse in duty. WTF is that all about? Why isn’t the CE of the trust having their arse kicked from one side of the car park to the
other, and then back again before being fired for being a totally useless toss-pot.
I felt really sorry for the nurse, she was constantly apologising and could only offer paracetamol. She said it would take hours, possibly the next day, before a Doctor could get there! In an effing hospital! I had exactly the same experience watching my mother slowly drown in her own mucus, caused by a tumour, in a hospital whilst waiting for THE junior S1 Doctor to come and finish her off with a morphine pump.
On the bay where my neighbour was suffering, two out of the six spoke no English which put a further demand on the Nurse’s time trying to communicate.
This is not the fault of the nurses, they have a shite job to do. This is down to politicians, tosses who have somehow infiltrated the NHS management, and the BMA mafia.
I’m telling you, the NHS is knackered, the way it’s funded and the way we pay for our healthcare must change. The world is now very different since the NHS was invented.