I am coming into the latter stages of my career. I would be so sad and worried if my child followed in my shoes, because they would either have to enter the toxic workplace that is the NHS, or they would be living in a different country to me.
But it isn’t medicine, and it wasn’t always the NHS.
I was one of the last cohorts to work unbroken nights and weekends (so turn up to work Friday 8am and leave Monday evening once everything had been done). I then did the usual chopping and changing between weeks of nights and weeks of days.
It was physically and emotionally tough stuff ( including the whole finishing a day on take at 10, studying until 3 for postgraduate exams and getting up at 6 to go back to work), but I loved it. I felt camaraderie and kinship with my colleagues. I felt I made a difference in my own way. I saved a few lives and solved a few exciting puzzles. I even enjoyed being the med reg on call.
I also enjoyed the beginning of my consultant career. I was able to build services, through which I was able to serve my community more than one patient at a time. I took on a training role, and felt I was able to help those that follow me by really standing up and demanding decent quality training for them.
Incrementally, I found I was fighting the system more and more to make what I felt was right happen. This has hugely accelerated over the last 15 years. I find myself battling more and more and giving of myself more and more, not to make sure my patients have the standard of care that I aspire to give, but to try to stop things falling to a standard of care that I will not accept.
Nowadays, it often feels like I am the only one who gives a damn, but I know that’s not true. Everybody else is fighting and fighting, and holding on by their fingernails.
It is scary.
In my first few years as a doctor, we had to Tetris patients in and out of cubicles in A&E - so they were in a cubicle to be assessed, and then moved into the corridor once this was done. Money was invested, and this disappeared. Yes we had the 4hr target to deal with, but we could give people their dignity. The bad old days haven’t just come back, but they look like the rosy days of Arcadia now! Every space that could have been converted into a room or a bay has been converted. There are trusts that have advertised for consultants to be responsible for the care of corridor patients. Patients receiving their care in corridors is a real thing.
I was always tough, calm, adaptable and optimistic. I just don’t know where the hope comes from anymore. The whole thing makes me want to weep.
I wouldn’t want my child or anybody I cared about to work in this environment.
Maybe things will be better in the future, but the intervening period is going to be horrible.