As the NHS faces the greatest scandal regarding its
regulator: CQC; it became clear that the idea of putting a non-doctor as its
regulator is akin to getting a butcher to check on a top passenger aircraft.
The Cockroach Catcher is of the opinion that despite the rhetoric, no SoS would
put a doctor there.
It is peculiar though, however bad our hospitals had become, the punters (sorry, patients) still turn up.
Why? A doctor might, just might have a heart.
One should perhaps ask the question: who put the head of CQC there and who is
there now. Certainly not a doctor.
In the new world of
doctoring, money comes into it and with that many doctors are losing their
hearts. But we did have the infra structure to preserve it.
It would be such an irony if
the new SoS be drawn in and become the unlikely and perhaps unwilling hero that
Bevan used to save his NHS: a sort of reverse curse.
Jeremy Hunt has
said the Care Quality Commission's alleged cover-up of failings at a Cumbria
hospital are shocking, and he will back appropriate action against those
responsible "absolutely to the hilt".
The health secretary told BBC Radio 4's Today programme:
"These are very, very serious allegations and they should have very, very
serious consequences if they are proved.
"I know the CQC are looking into disciplinary procedures
and what can be done: what sanctions are available; whether you can have
forfeiture of pensions, all those things. There has to be due process, but … it
is totally appalling that this kind of thing should happen."
Hunt said such failings damaged the NHS and undermined "the
millions of doctors and nurses who do an amazing job day in, day out".
The health secretary also acknowledged serious systemic flaws
with how the CQC was set up in 2009, saying it was wrong to have the same
regulator charged with both identifying and rectifying problems.
He said the CQC's "generalist" system meant that the
same inspector would visit such different facilities as a dental practice, a GP
surgery, a hospital and a care home.
Why? A doctor might, just might have a heart.
One should perhaps ask the question: who put the head of CQC there and who is there now. Certainly not a doctor.
This is from one of my earliest posts:
In my book The Cockroach Catcher, I wrote:
When I was growing up, the Traditional Chinese Doctor was possibly the most respected person a child was ever going to meet. More so than his teacher, grand-father, or father. That was the pecking order of respect.
The doctor himself usually had a solemn and yet kind look and wore a traditional Chinese costume. No, the mother did not have to tell him anything. All he had to do was to check the child’s pulse and his tongue. There would be no listening to the chest, or any other examination, and definitely no X-ray or ECG.The respected doctor would write his prescription of around ten to twelve medicinal herbs.
The mother would thank him and then get the prescription from the Herbal Counter outside his consulting room. Each herb would be carefully weighed and individually wrapped in paper. Back home, the herb mixture would be boiled in water in special pots. Generally three bowls of liquid had to be reduced to eight tenth of a bowl. During the boiling process the pungent stench could be smelt from a block away. The sick child who was kept in his bed could certainly smell it. I always thought that was part of the treatment.
A black bitter tasting liquid would eventually be presented to the sick child. How we ever managed to down these potions I was never quite sure. The one possible inducement could be the two preserved plums at the end, given as a sort of reward for the child who managed to drink the full portion. These preserved plums came from the Herbal Counter with the medicinal herbs.
One thing was for sure. Children did not fake illness. Not often anyway unless they wanted to drink that black potion.
In my first ever visit to
Beijing, one member of our tour group consulted a famous Traditional Chinese Doctor in the . Seeing that I was a doctor myself, he told me what happened. He was in awe. He really was. The doctor only checked his pulse and looked at his tongue. Then he told him he had gall bladder problem. My new found friend pulled out some X-ray films from his doctor in Capital City . There were gall stones. Reunion Island
I too was impressed.
Alas, I fear that the respect for and trust in doctors in today’s world is waning fast. In my book, I wrote:
“…. Those were the days when doctors in
U.K. were amongst the top three most respected professions and Members of Parliament shared the bottom ranking with Estate Agents.
The doctor’s position had over the last ten years moved nearer the bottom end with no such counter moves by Politicians….”
I would love to hear from any reader who disagrees.