But, isn't that kind of what they have now amothersplace?
When my dad was in hospital he rarely saw the qualified nurse. She admitted him and her name was given as his prime carer but it was the nursing aids who cared for him and took his observations etc. In a practical sense, the qualified (with a degree) nurse did NO hands on care whatsoever. She "supervised" a team of what were, in my day, auxiliaries.
My dad died in Wales. He had lung cancer with spread and he knew he was dying. He'd gone in to hospital to have his lung drained of fluid. He'd (over the years) had 2 lots of separate by-pass surgeries (the last one privately as the NHS told him, there was nothing else could be done, he lived for a further 14 years) and kept himself fairly fit.
The last time I saw him, he was sat on his hospital bed concerned that the nurse wouldn't give him his medication at night. He said he never saw anyone and he didn't like to 'buzz' cause they were so busy! There didn't seem to be any continuity and the nurses barely knew their patients. They phoned my mum at 0610 the next morning and told her to come in as his condition had "worsened" When she got there at 0650, he was dead. Now, he was not only dead but he was stone cold. They had attempted to resuscitate him (a man of 74 with a total of 12 by pass grafts and lung cancer with metastases). I was still working as a nursing sister then and I was livid. I think what actually happened was this.... The nurses found him unconscious or newly deceased. They didn't "know" him and put out a crash call for resuscitation on a man who had final stage cancer and a buggered heart. They, as a later report said, "worked extensively on him" but he could not be resuscitated. No one, I think, had checked on him on the night shift and it turns out, he was trying to get to the toilet and fell. It was later found that his medication HAD been omitted as he was asleep by the time the qualified nurse did her drug round.
I can only imagine his fearfulness and no one being there for him.
I supported my mum in her trying to find out exactly how he'd died though i knew, shed get no where. It wasn't pleasant reading and after 2 years and a lot of meetings and some condescending "he was a very SICK man, Mrs S) (yes we bloody KNOW!! - so why was he not checked and why didn't he get his heart tabs and whose good idea was it to go through the physically traumatic resus procedure?) there was an apology.
I have no idea how they can fix the NHS but it should start maybe with Mr Nicholson going. I bet he doesn't use the NHS.