Updated: May 18, 2020
As a former nurse, I have never lost my love for hospitals; one formed as the child of a parent who was also a former nurse. Over the years as a sickly child who spent time at least once a year as a guest of our beloved local hospital.
While my young peers idolised superheroes like batman and the phantom, my heroes were the nurses, allied health professionals, domestic staff and occasionally, the doctors. Not all, even back then. Even as a child I saw the entitlement, ego and almost god worship surrounding many doctors; most of whom rode on the coat tails of the ones who deserved admiration and respect.
I saw true miracles.
Most of it courtesy of the sheer volume of hard work and dedication of the nurses who, as I would find personally many years later, were able to mask their fatigue and personal pains, while smiling and healing and doing jobs that no mere mortal would remotely consider. From panroom to theatre, from delivery room to morgue, from the cubicle of a sickly infant to the last breaths of a senior citizen, the ward halls were filled with loud voices and giggles of seemingly always happy care-givers with gentle hands. The health industry is run by those who are far from healthy.
During my stays in hospital, it became a 'job' of mine to fold surgical packs & roll bandages years before I would be paid for doing the same. The stainless steel, glass & terazzo of the treatment room were as much a thing of beauty and awe to me as the glass & tiles and surgical instruments of theatre. My highschool work experience week-long trial was a highlight of my youth, & it was a painful and jealous school holiday stretch where my friends were able to don a yellow assistant's uniform while I could only dream of a time when it was my turn.
That thrill has never left me, even decades since I left my nursing career behind as a traitor to what had fast become a religion of sorts. Today, so long since I walked away for the last time with a pain in my stomach and ache in my heart as those I deemed peers and superiors turned on me as I made vain attempts to expose the wrongs in modern health care, I still get butterflies and a warm buzz any time I enter a hospital. Sadly it usually ends on a sour note as I witness yet another situation that is wrong for so many reasons. Not because staff are any less dedicated or because people want to heal any less, but because they must abide by orders from faceless entities, salespeople and spin doctors, even media and politicians - and their hands are tied.
I have spoken at length on the theory of HEALTH HUBS instead of superhospitals. Where plant based nutrition, pure water, hydrotherapy and fresh air/sunlight are at the fore of all health care. Where GPs are seen as a guide rather than someone who magically knows it all; who can delegate to the right professional for the job at hand. Where all modalities work together in order to formulate a dedicated plan for each individual patient's care. Where it is not about masking sickness but building at an emotional and then cellular level and healing the entire body to stop the pattern of lifelong customers that forms modern medicine today.
In the latter part of the last century, a cleverly orchestrated plan took place to bring down natural health care and implement its hostile takeover by this corrupt system. All over the world, it was given a different face and name. In Australia it masqueraded as the PAN crisis. It focused on one company, while taking out hundreds behind the scenes while rewriting the rules which resulted in hundreds of natural health professionals being deregistered. Regardless of their own success in creating healthy customers.
Around the same time, the movers and shakers in the government, paid handsomely by stakeholders within big pharma, began to change what orthodox medicine would look like. Doctors began coming in from overseas, promised unimaginable reward IF they agreed to a spell in a rural area and a quota for meeting pharmaceutical sales to prove themselves. Doctors who began speaking out against the new shape of health care were run out and this continues today. In the 1980s it was not unusual to see an elderly doctor still in practice. Today this is rare; they have been replaced by intellects eager for a better life who will sell themselves short just to make a living. It does not seem to matter that centuries of knowledge have been lost or discarded, nor does it matter that the new face of medicine looks nothing like this new wave of doctors once imagined. The disconnect between the goal of these providers, ie health - and those overseeing the industry, is too vast to bridge. They have become no more than product salespeople.
Rural hospitals, once capable of responding and saving lives in the most dire of emergencies, once full to overflowing with beds in hallways and theatres running sometimes 7 days a week, with city overflow patients convalescing in comfort and peace, would be downgraded to nursing posts. Nurses who once ran quarantine units, performed surgery, delivered babies and lay bodies for their final rest, were now relegated to bandaging and admin duties.
Instead of rounds and procedures, doctors sit behind their desks, with their faces turned away from patients and towards their computers, dispensing as many drugs as possible in order to meet the quota and win that month's pharmaceutical company reward. The disconnect between 'surgery' and theatre is complete. Today, around 90% of Australian GPs are clinicians. The statistics surrounding our sickness industry (as opposed to our wellness industry) are enough to make you sick. Efficacy rates of modern treatments sit at little more than 30%. I know of no other industry that can continue with such poor effectiveness. Yet ask anyone what they could not do without and 9 times out of 10 it will be 'my doctor'.
Just a little run down, from someone who chose to work predominantly in rural hospitals, although I did spend time in city hospitals. In as recent a time as 1990, most hospital care was free, but private insurance was already forcing its way in. The gold standard now is to copy the US (check the numbers of a) how many hospitals have been closed or bulldozed in less than 10 years and b) how many private hospitals have been built in less than 10 years) :
2011 Australia had 752 public hospitals (592 private)
2014 Australia had 747 public hospitals 2015 Australia had 678 public hospitals (624 private) 2016 Australia had 701 public hospitals 2017 Australia had 695 public hospitals 2018 Australia had 693 hospitals (657 private)
Most statistics from prior to this have been blocked from public view. For some reason, there are no new statistics since 2018 and now that the COVID-19 plandemic has taken place, I can only wonder what spindoctors will do with 2019 and 2020 statistics. Bear in mind, no great war bombed out our hospitals. No earthquakes or other natural disasters. Our leaders ordered for their closure and removal. And now we have services draining limited funds, in place to transport the sick, injured and dying hundreds of kilometres for medical care.