It’s been a long old day. So this will be short. With a photo or two. Probably the best sort of post. I can’t engage with the CQC report right now in any depth. I’m too worn out. Other than to comment on one dimension of it. The lack of ‘performance’ by the staff given they were being inspected. This leapt out at me. Probably tugging at my sociological roots. We all perform. Particularly when we’re being surveilled. I’ve sat in countless meetings with health and social care professionals over the years trying to perform being a ‘good mother’. An exhausting and pretty much thankless task. But one I tried to do (well, until I became jaded and lost patience, probably around 2/3 years ago).
The staff clearly weren’t ‘performing’ ‘good care’ during the inspection. The more senior staff kind of were in places. In their talk. Well they could describe models of care (or something). Whether or not staff knew how to perform basic first aid procedures, you’d kind of imagine they’d (any staff) perform hanging out and interacting with the patients. Because this is central isn’t it? Not the performance, but being social, being sociable, chatting, interacting. Engaging. Being with.
But they didn’t.
Does this (please say it doesn’t) indicate that they felt the ‘care’ they were demonstrating was ‘good enough’? That they didn’t feel any need to engage with the patients as people. People with something to contribute.
I hope not.
Anyway, twitter has been humming with outrage today. Tweets, retweets, despair, disbelief, rage and more. Good. Social media possibly allows no hiding space, no get out clause for worn out, repetitive excuses when it comes to poor practice.
And keeping with a more positive focus here’s a couple of photos I came across today. One from a holiday in Instow, Devon. When it rained every day but we hunkered down and watched the Olympics. The other a trip to London Zoo. Possibly the same outing LB addressed the top floor of the Oxford Tube to London, asking any terrorists on board to make themselves known.