I said in my blog last time that I’d probably be acting the old curmudgeon (love that word) so this week I’m on the government’s case about its half-baked scheme to make nursing training all degree level by 2013.
Before Christmas, Hospital Dr editor Mike Broad referred in a blog to a letter I wrote on the subject to The Times. There were other letters in The Times - several from nurses - making the same point and only one opposing voice, that of the President of the RCN (as you might expect, given that the driving force for the change is the hankering of RCN apparatchiks for more professional status).
While Mike described it as an “interesting” letter, he had the temerity to disagree with its main premise that mandatory degree entry was a bad thing.
However, the week after my letter this article appeared in the same paper, confirming the fact that degree training is not appropriate for many of those who currently enter nursing, and that making it mandatory will only exacerbate the shortage of nurses in the UK.
I also know that I’m right because I recently discussed the issue with the only two people who can hold a candle to me when it comes to curmudgeonliness - my wife and daughter. Lin is a retired midwife and school nurse, and my daughter Kate is a practising midwife (yes, I share my house with two ‘madwives’ - I’m not going for the sympathy vote or anything but…).
Anyway, Kate was bemoaning the fact that trainee midwives get so little practical experience on the wards now and I was saying that it’s getting that way with medical students.
This set Lin off reminiscing about the days when we met at the Central Middlesex in the early seventies, and how there were so many medical students and junior doctors on the wards that the student nurses would often latch on to the informal teaching that was going on, or even buttonhole an SHO and ask them for a quick tutorial on something they were finding difficult to understand. And, of course, both the nurses and medical students were doing stuff as well as listening; they were acquiring the practical skills that were essential to their respective roles. Not any more, it seems.
We’ve become familiar with the concept of qualified nurses who can’t wash a patient’s dentures because they haven’t done ‘the course’, and we seem to be going down the same path with medical training. For example, as far as I can tell, today’s medical students don’t learn any anatomy - I expect they’re all too busy with their empathy workshops - and we risk producing doctors who are lovely little communicators but who don’t have anything useful to say.
It really worries me that, just when I’m likely to start needing medical attention myself, the doctors providing it will, literally, not know their arse from their elbow.

