Gerry
02-17-2008, 04:21 PM
I was just visiting the hospital where there was just so much talk of health and safety and infectious super bugs killing people and the state of hygiene in hospitals having fallen from the good old days of the Matron.
Well I have to say that everywhere I went in the hospital all I seen was cleaning fluid for people to use on their hands and cleaning staff sweating fevourously as they swept wiped and disinfected anything that stood still, including the visitors if you stood too long in one place and allowed dust to land on you. Gone was the old "hospital smell" of old which I think came from a combination of the soiled bed linen, blocked sewers and Woodbine cigarette smoke wafting up the corridor from the smoking rooms.
Gone to are the asylum grey walls and swinging doors battered and scrapped by the bottom on beds as they thumped them open on their every journey up and down the wards. The dimly light corridors passing row upon row of trolleys full of medical equipment, bandages and bed pans.
The view the new yards greet you with would do any five star hotel proud with inspiring works of art hung on every available wall. Warm homely colours on the walls and curtains and bright airy rooms prepared for every eventuality.
The dreaded white coat syndrome has gone with smiling well dressed young doctors who introduce themselves with I'm Kieran or Cathy before talking to you in a language that you can understand what they are hoping to do for you. They don't talk to each other in stiff white coats using long Latin words designed to confuse the unqualified. You are no longer a numbered tag to be processed. Your a human being that is treated with care attention and respect.
Just as visiting time was due to end some things just never seem to change and a nurse walks down the corridor ringing a loud brass bell that looks a lot older than her. Then all the germ infested visitors get deloused before running amok spreading more germs on the unsuspecting public.
By Gerry Temple
Copyright February 2008
Well I have to say that everywhere I went in the hospital all I seen was cleaning fluid for people to use on their hands and cleaning staff sweating fevourously as they swept wiped and disinfected anything that stood still, including the visitors if you stood too long in one place and allowed dust to land on you. Gone was the old "hospital smell" of old which I think came from a combination of the soiled bed linen, blocked sewers and Woodbine cigarette smoke wafting up the corridor from the smoking rooms.
Gone to are the asylum grey walls and swinging doors battered and scrapped by the bottom on beds as they thumped them open on their every journey up and down the wards. The dimly light corridors passing row upon row of trolleys full of medical equipment, bandages and bed pans.
The view the new yards greet you with would do any five star hotel proud with inspiring works of art hung on every available wall. Warm homely colours on the walls and curtains and bright airy rooms prepared for every eventuality.
The dreaded white coat syndrome has gone with smiling well dressed young doctors who introduce themselves with I'm Kieran or Cathy before talking to you in a language that you can understand what they are hoping to do for you. They don't talk to each other in stiff white coats using long Latin words designed to confuse the unqualified. You are no longer a numbered tag to be processed. Your a human being that is treated with care attention and respect.
Just as visiting time was due to end some things just never seem to change and a nurse walks down the corridor ringing a loud brass bell that looks a lot older than her. Then all the germ infested visitors get deloused before running amok spreading more germs on the unsuspecting public.
By Gerry Temple
Copyright February 2008