If you find me face down on the pavement in Tottenham, make sure you have a fiver spare

One day, dear reader, you may find me face down on a pavement. Don't jump to the obvious - I may not be drunk, I might be needing urgent medical attention. If you find me in such a situation and you want to help me, please DO NOT let the ambulance crew take me to the North Middlesex 'University' Hospital, Edmonton. Slip them a fiver for the extra petrol and direct them to the Whittington Hospital at Archway or the Homerton in Hackney.
Tomorrow I have a funeral to go to in All Hallow's Church in Tottenham. My Godmother's mother's cancer worsened when she caught MRSA, the deadly superbug, in the High Dependency Unit (she was admitted with a chest infection). If the HDU contains bugs, what hope is there for the poor sods on the ordinary wards? Paying my respect to Joan today, I couldn't help but think we were all robbed of another few years of knowing her.
News has just reached me that a friend's friend's mother has just kicked the bucket aged 49. Guess where? You guessed it! She was admitted to the North Mid with breathing difficulties and was put on an observation ward. She caught a bug even worse than MRSA.
It would be easy for Panglossian fans of the NHS to write off this post as a crude attack on hardworking staff. It isn't. I realise that there are people working at the North Mid who do amazing jobs under very difficult circumstances. But there is all too clearly a minority of staff who provide poor care to extremely vulnerable patients. This can be manifested as a lack of people skills, an uncaring attitude, professional incompetence and poor personal hygiene. These people need to be identified, warned to improve and sacked if they don't - stuff the unions!
The North Mid - regardless of what the crazy 'star' systems give it - has a widespread reputation in these parts as the worst hospital around.

















