Given my topic last week, I suppose I should be rejoicing that the British Chiropractic Association have ‘discontinued’ their libel suit against Simon Singh (i.e. bottled it and slunk away with their tails between their legs), but let’s wait a couple of weeks until the costs are awarded, and then have a really good old chuckle at their expense (literally, I hope).
I could talk about the election - everyone else is. But what’s to say? None of the politicos seem to understand the first thing about healthcare delivery, but given that the NHS is likely to be sold off piecemeal to the highest bidders no matter who wins, you might be tempted to reassure yourself that at least the Tories understand the private sector better than nulabour.
Then, of course, you remember that it was Ken Clarke who came up with the idea of the ‘internal market’ in healthcare in the first place, having completely failed to grasp the fact that healthcare is different from white goods and mobile phones. Competition works in the high street because there are more 42” plasma screens than there are people wanting 42” plasma screens. In the healthcare ‘market’ on the other hand, there are more people who either are sick or think they might be than there are GP and outpatient slots or hospital beds. Consequently, even the rubbish hospitals maintain a steady flow of the halt and lame, while their managers are quietly moved sideways, with their performance-related pay and pensions intact (a bit like that Fred Goodwin at RBS, so I suppose that’s at least one way in which the NHS resembles the commercial sector).
Where improvements do occur, it’s because people want to do a better job, not because they’re worried St Judes will get all their patients.
So I won’t talk about the election either. Which just leaves me (or Katie Price, but let’s talk about me). You’ll be relieved to hear that I did manage to get my lawnmower working, with only the bare minimum of heavy-duty swearing and bloodshed, and this weekend, we’re looking at retirement houses. There doesn’t seem to be much on the market in North Yorkshire, our destination of choice, and I have to persuade the current Mrs Dr B that a six bedroom, three bathroom house with a paddock does not constitute ‘downsizing’. The other problem is that we’ve just seen the estate agent’s brochure for the house we’ve lived in for the past 20 plus years, and it seems like exactly the sort of thing we’re looking for.
Why is everything so difficult?
