Premiership Psycho by C M Taylor

Author:C M Taylor [C.M. Taylor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781849017381
Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group
Published: 2010-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

isolation protocol

I researched this secluded private clinic. I researched it very well.

Integrated overview of health.

Offering continuous valuable relationships with healthcare specialists.

Patient-centred service.

They said all that. They claimed it.

And yet what is this? What have I just seen?

The doctor, the specialist or what have you, just touched Nan on the shoulder as she walked by him to enter the consultation space.

He did. I saw it.

And that could be all right. Could be polite perhaps, or reassuring. A gentle pat from a specialist can endow the patient with confidence and a sense of ease. I know that. It would have been fine, the pat on Nan’s shoulder, if he hadn’t just shaken the hand of his previous patient. Stood there at the door of the s-o-t-a clinic, offering individually tailored therapies, and shook the previous patient’s hand. Then touched Nan. Without first using an antibacterial cleanser with persistent killing action, a cleanser such as Polysan, say, or else Chlorhexidine.

It’s as though the government’s huge 2004 ‘Now Wash Your Hands’ campaign hadn’t happened.

What is the point in me painstakingly researching a clinic, assuring myself of its lack of susceptibility to hospital superbug MRSA, if he goes and does that? What is the point in me phoning the clinic to see if they sanitize their surfaces with a mixture of alcohol and quaternary ammonium in order to see off the methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus menace? Phoning them to see if they have a policy of NAV-CO2 sanitizing, and if they use Polyson with TEFLEX to defeat the antibiotic-resistant bacteria which takes – figures be believed – around three thousand lives per year on this sceptred isle?

What is the point me doing all that, checking for Nan, assuring the quality of her healthcare provision in this renowned lakeside clinic, if the fucking doctor rubs his dirty hands all over her? If he does not follow isolation protocol?

And us being so relatively close to the Kettering area as well, where the vicious EMRSA16 strain of the superbug first originated. It is a disgrace that the medic touched the Nan shoulder in the near-Kettering area.

Good man he may be, medicine-wise, but lax with it. So very lax.

I am wearing a beige Cerutti two-button suit with a white Kilgour jumper and black, six-lace, Fendi Zucca Jacquard Selleria shoes. I walk over to the receptionist, who you would.

‘How long’s Nan going to be in there?’ I ask, because later on I am taking her to the hairdressers. Then on to the cinema.

Taking Nan to see Mamma Mia!

Not really my thing, but I keep an open mind. Because actor Pierce Brosnan has done some really excellent past work. Playing James Bond, obviously. And some other things. Here and there.

‘Should be around an hour, Mr King.’

I eye the Franck Muller Long Island timepiece. That’s fine.

‘How many sessions do you think Nan’ll have to have?’

‘Six is usual.’

‘And how long will that take?’

‘We usually do one a week, if the patient is feeling up to it. So, if your nan feels OK, it’s a six-week treatment course.

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