“The report of my death was an exaggeration” - Mark Twain, New York Journal, 2 June 1897.
Firstly an apology to my long time readers – there has been some upheaval in the ranks of the Paper household and so other issues have taken priority over blogging and social commentary. Therefore this blog may have appeared to be dead or semi-comatose, but instead it has just been in hibernation. It comes back to life for worthy issues, and there have been at least three very worthy issues that deserve some attention. The first is something that should hit close to home for every doctor and health professional, being that of personal security.
Like many other surgeons around the country I was shocked at the senseless, violent attack on a fellow surgeon in Melbourne last week. I do not purport to know the details of what happened, but from newspaper reports and the surgical rumour mill, it appears to have been a targeted attack by a somewhat unhinged patient or relative. It was vicious and unrelenting and the victim has been lucky to survive, probably saved by the fact that it happened at the start of a weekday in a fully staffed major hospital.
I have chosen not to link to news reports of this attack as I suspect this colleague would prefer that his online profile and the rest of his life is not defined by this event any more than necessary.
Security in hospitals has been a hot topic. It has been championed by the AMA particularly in the Emergency Department setting. Ambulance officers, ED and Psychiatry nurses often bear the brunt of violent behaviour from patients, along with staff in aged care facilities caring for confused and demented patients, as well as the perfectly intact but lecherous ones. GPs take personal security so seriously (especially after the tragic death of GP Dr Khulod Maarouf-Hassan in Melbourne some years ago - link included since I see little harm in doing so) that they now design consulting rooms around quick escapes and duress alarms. The last case I recall of an Australian surgeon being violently attacked was that of Victor Chang who was killed by some thugs with a rather daft plan to make money. There may well have been others that I am not aware of.
Some suggest that the problem of frequent violent assaults on health care staff is due to soaring nationwide crime and the standard knee-jerk response to these assaults is to beef up security, such as arming security guards with guns, putting up plexiglass screens, handing out duress alarms to all staff, and even setting up metal detectors at hospital entrances akin to some US schools after the Columbine Massacre. Obviously this risks escalation of violence and creation of a divide between staff and patient.
Others say that it represents inadequate mental health funding, or the natural outcome of community-based mental health care.
If you ask me, this represents a slow and gradual shift in the degree of respect that the community holds for health care workers in general. The nurse, the paramedic and the doctor are no longer perceived as someone who has dedicated their lives to the wellbeing of patients and the community in general. They become a valid target of outrage and violence.
Modern medical TV dramas (see ER, Chicago Hope, Grey's Anatomy) portray us as “real people” who have “real problems”. We are invincible and then we are fallible. We make a few mistakes and then we clock off and go home without a care for the bloke in Bed 22 with the fractured NOF and urinary retention that the overnight cover will sort out (unless it suits the dramatic love-interest plot twist for us to hang around in the on-call lounge).
Industrial bargaining portrays us as replaceable commodities, or heartless negotiators risking our patient’s lives for a 4% pay rise. (See Link 1, Link 2) Admittedly, certain health unions will play the same card back at the Government of the day seeking a similar productivity gain (how on earth do you measure productivity on a ward?).
Health care is no longer seen to be full of altruistic souls in a profession that holds a high moral ground. It is no longer a desirable profession to work in. It pays poorly compared to many careers in commerce or IT. It involves menial and what some might consider degrading tasks on a daily basis that cannot be delegated to some unpaid intern (much as we might try). On an hourly basis my plumber makes more than me and we both have to wade around in wee and poo. Who would want to be a doctor, and why do they deserve our respect?
The reason, I think, should be simple. When you are at your lowest, when your body is flaccid and your soul is shaken, when every skerrick of hope seems to be gone, we are the people to will tend to you, look out for you, and make decisions in your best interest until you recover and can make them for yourself. We have to act for your benefit above any personal benefit to us. And if you don’t respect us, it makes it mighty hard for us to respect you.