Coming back to this thread raises some interesting ideas- wouldn’t it be great if Rishi read it 🙄
I had to come back to offer a glimpse into one of the big issues ; today I went, on 999 calls/blue lights, to 6 patients. 5 in care homes, one in sheltered accommodation. Ages of 90, 93, 94, 2 patients of 88 yrs old and finally a 95 year old lady.
All 6 people ended up going in. This is pretty rare tbh. This isn’t intended to be an agist post, merely an insight. 2 of these patients had complex and life threatening problems (very rapid heart rate and sepsis), quite rightly required treatment in hospital. The other 4 patients invoked lengthy phone calls to GP’s, OOH’s…. The result being that the tunnel visioned risk averse culture we exist in removed all common sense. In they went. Not necessarily the fault of the other HCP’s/GP’s I spoke too- more that short term risk trumps the long term risks that we all know about, but no-one can quantify those so in they go.
The risk to the individual patient at that exact time trumped the huge extended risk to them in terms of a lengthy hospital stay, the inevitable 15 hr wait on the corridor, the huge slump in mobility once in hospital, the risk of acquiring HAP, covid, you name it, the big risk of not making it out. So the 94 year old with dementia who may have had a stroke at some point in the night, so way out of any treatment window, was sent in by the GP, from a comfy bed, in her care home, with carers who maybe even have time to feed/toilet her, to a hospital corridor for an 18 hour wait, to (fingers crossed) end up on a stroke ward, to be eventually discharged a shell of her former self.
We- families, partners, children of the elderly, HCP’s, need to wise up to the fact that sending our elderly relatives to hospital ‘to be checked on’ is sometimes the worst possible decision. We need a huge education campaign. Sending people to hospital should have a definite aim- not just be the default position to shift risk to someone else. The vision of distressed elderly people, languishing on the corridors of my A and E, is an imagine that chills me to my soul.