Crystal Bollocks
The skill that would help me most in my day-to-day work, and would almost certainly keep my sanity levels reasonably high, is clairvoyance. I wish I could divine the future, guess what was coming next. The Nurse Advisors have an easier time of it. They pick their calls from the queue. There's a surname, age, and brief call reason. We're instructed to keep call reasons short while giving as much info as possible, here are some examples:
- D&V, LHS ABDO PAIN, FEVER - 2 DAYS
- PAIN/SWELLING POST XLA YESTERDAY. SX WORSENING
- PV BLEED, PELVIC PAIN TODAY -TOP AT 10/40 4WKS AGO, LMP 3MTHS
- SLIGHTLY SOB ON EXERTION, DX CHEST INFECTION& RX ABX 3 DAYS AGO
So, from the top we have:
- Diarrhoea and vomiting, with left-sided abdominal pain and fever for two days.
- Pain and swelling after a tooth was extracted yesterday under local anaesthetic. Symptoms worsening with time.
- Vaginal bleed with pelvic pain. Patient had an abortion four weeks ago, at 10 weeks gestation, and her last period was three months ago.
- Shortness of breath on exertion, diagnosed with a chest infection three days ago, and prescribed antibiotics
So the nurse sees the call reasons, any notes we've made on the chart, then calls and speaks to the patient. On the other hand we're going into the whole thing blind. This wasn't as much of a trial when I took thirty calls a shift, now I could top eighty if I was on 'ready' all the time. When the 'beep' sounds in my ear, and I look at the phone display, all I know is whether the call is NHSD, GP or Dental. This could be how the first two hours of my shift goes:
- "Where do I find a dentist?"
- "My baby's stopped breathing"
- "I've dropped a brick on my foot"
- "Is there a chemist open tonight?"
- "My dad has chest pain and blue lips"
- "My testicle is swollen"
- "Do I qualify for Tax Credits?"
- "My hair smells funny"
- "I've just taken 60 Seroxat"
- "My toddler is choking"
- "My son's just eaten plasticine"
- "I've just been stabbed"
- "I think I'm in labour"
- "Is MRSA contagious?"
- "My brother's making me have sex with him. I'm only 13 and my period's late."
- "My sister's got a purple rash"
- "I've just found out I have an inoperable tumour"
- "I keep wetting myself"
- "I've just been gang-raped and didn't know who to call"
- "My throat hurts"
- "My husband has AIDS and didn't tell me"
- "I'm tired at nights"
- "Is diabetes contagious?"
- "I think I'm having a miscarriage"
- "I've just woken up and my husband is dead in bed next to me"
The stress of this often seems unbearable. To have to switch from trying to give someone a reason to ignore the voices and put the knife down, to explain why 'smelly hair' is not a reason to call your GP at midnight, is exhausting. I actually don't mind the 'big' calls where it really is life or death, or the queries about finding a dentist or chemist, but the sore throats and tummy bugs can really get me down sometimes. It's hard not to choke back tears when the fifteen year-old girl who took thirty paracetamol as a 'cry for help' two days ago calls with stomach pain and vomiting, or when the daughter of a man with inoperable stomach cancer and violent dementia calls, at the end of her tether, because she doesn't know where to get help. He's hitting her mother, but social services are reluctant to help. After all a psychiatric facility is no place for a dying man, but a hospice or hospital is no place for a potentially dangerous man, who means no harm but doesn't know his own strength. What do you say to the scared young girl who is terrified of telling her parents that she's pregnant again, or the lad who has caught an STI but feels unable to seek help because he's underage and gay.
I know we're an easy service to criticise, and it's simple enough to dismiss NHSD's employees as 'untrained operatives bashing away at a computer', but that really isn't the case. We're all only too aware of what can happen when it goes wrong. Even though NHS 24 is a different service to ours, uses different methods to assess, different algorithms and protocols, it's still telephone assessment and still carries risks.
Unfortunately we aren't psychic or omniscient. At the end of every, single call the caller is told "if the symptoms change or worsen, or you're concerned in any way, call straight back" Why? Because we can only assess symptoms happening now, not in an hour's time, not even in ten minutes. People rarely call back if this happens, I might as well be saying "I am a purple seven-legged antelope. If you enjoyed this call please send me a pizza-cutting wheel and 37p". Why call back when you can drag the whole family to A&E, blame us for not picking up on a symptom that didn't exist an hour ago, and then write to the fucking Daily Mail about it.
The public are confused because of recent press coverage (spoke to five people yesterday, concerned that they'd "be killed" because of our 'incompetence') and think that NHS 24 and NHS Direct are the same organisation and then share stories about how awful NHSD are, and how they once had to wait two hours for a callback about the splinter in their thumb, and "Oooh it could've been me that died!" It's a stressful and demanding job, and one that attracts derision and cries of "close it down, waste of money".
We take approximately half a million calls a month, a figure that's rising steadily, yet one thousand NHSD staff have been made redundant and call centres are closing all over the country. The pressure to perform is immense, and people are leaving in droves. What would these six million people do every year if we didn't exist? I'm the first to admit that telephone assessment is not ideal, but no system is.
A patient could present at A&E with symptoms that appear to be flu, be fully examined by a doctor, and told to rest at home, take paracetamol and keep hydrated. They could die within two hours of TSS or meningococcal septicaemia. My local GP (now retired) was a great doctor, worked in the community for thirty years. He saw a man in his forties who was complaining of chest pain and nausea, doc told the man that he'd feel much better if he wasn't so overweight. He'd seen the man smoking on the High Street the day before, he reprimanded him. The man thanked the doctor, walked out through the waiting room and dropped dead. I know that grief is a terrible thing, and the natural instinct is to blame somebody, but telephone triage is not the cause of all ills in society.
We are the black sheep of the NHS, but when we're dealing with people who are ill, we can't predict the future. People are misdiagnosed at hospitals every day, people become unexpectedly ill and die suddenly, human beings are curiously fragile. Unfortunately we're on the bottom rung, so we take the criticism and accept the blows thrown our way, and move on and try to do our jobs.
I should stop watching the news, reading all medical blogs, and get round to finishing off that Christmas vodka. I'm depressed, a combination of doing my job, and of hearing how worthless said job is every time I see the news or read a website. January blues? I wish.
You're probably as miserable as I am now, so here's something to cheer you up:
Yes, a flu-ridden kitten using the NHS Direct Freeview service.