BELLS, BEDPANS & BURNOUT

The reality of working bedside in the NHS

Tag: NHS

  • Alternative dietary requirement

    Slight to begin with, Madhur has lost weight since her admission to us 3 weeks ago. At 160cm (5’3”), she now weighs just 37kg (5st.11lb).

    After noting the measurement displayed on the screen, I indicate that she should step off the scales and I walk with her back to her bedside. I tell her she has lost weight. “Yes”, she replies, smiling up at me and patting my arm with her bony hand. I’ve looked after Madhur enough now to know that, as an Urdu speaker with very little English, “Yes” is her go-to response when she doesn’t know what has been said. Back at her bedside, I look at a piece of paper with words like “pain”, “nausea” and “water”, helpfully written out in both Urdu and English by Madhur’s son. There is nothing there I can use, so I pull out my phone and talk to Google, showing her the translation on the screen.

    The use of automated online translation services is not recommended practice in the NHS. Rather, we are encouraged to use Language Line, a third-party service that connects your call to a trained interpreter for which the ward pays by the minute. Whilst this service is considered a must during medical consultations, it is rarely employed for the ongoing and haphazard communication that occurs during everyday bedside care. This is navigated with a mix of precise enunciation, charades, Google Translate and the engagement of patients’ friends and relatives.

    I draw on this last resource later in the afternoon when I see Madhur’s son. “Other than toast and jam at breakfast, she barely touches her meals. Does she not have much of an appetite?”. He explains it’s not her appetite, but the food that is the problem: “I mentioned it to your colleagues, but they just keep ordering the same thing”. Turns out that despite enjoying a wide range of food, she’s been being given the same two meals for lunch and dinner for the last 3 weeks – a vegetable or chicken curry, one for lunch, one for dinner, sometimes swapped around but always the same.

    This might have been surprising considering the Trust boasted “a wide range of menu choices including Afro-Caribbean, halal, kosher, vegetarian, vegan and gluten-free options” which could all be found on an “additional dietary requirement” menu. This was handed out upon request but for the majority, the standard menu was given, which included a range of hot meals, salads, and sandwiches.

    “My mum likes pasta, sandwiches. She’s not even Muslim!”  

    I winced thinking about the assumptive behaviours that had led to Madhur only ever being offered from the alternative menu, despite not having any additional dietary requirements. It seemed more than likely that this was rooted in the same line of racial stereotyping that was leading to someone repeatedly and inappropriately ordering halal curries for her.

    The catering staff that took Madhur’s lunch and dinner orders worked for an external supplier. They only came around in the morning and were not present to witness plates of food being delivered and taken away uneaten. They used an ordering system that was inaccessible to ward staff and could not be amended. Only the food that was ordered was delivered so ward staff were limited in what, if any, alternatives they could offer later. The only way they could intervene would be to collar the catering staff while they did their morning orders, for which bedside staff weren’t always available or quick enough to catch them.

    Perhaps it was because of these gaps in communication or because they were short on time; perhaps it was because they worked in isolation or maybe they were not adequately trained; perhaps they weren’t thinking or maybe they just didn’t care. But whatever the reason, when language barriers prohibited Madhur from choosing from the menu, instead of taking the time to muddle through translation or speaking to a member of ward staff, the catering staff were simply selecting what they presumed to be the most suitable meal for her – a curry.

    To help manage this, I sit down with Madhur’s son to make a list of items titled “I like to eat:”. We stick this list on the patient information board above her bed with “FAO catering staff” written boldly at the top.

    Pleased with this initiative, I reassure her son that from now on she’ll receive a variety of meals which will hopefully help her appetite.

    The next morning I’m stood at the bay entrance when a member of catering staff arrives to take Madhur’s order. “Veg curry?” he says. “Yes” she replies.  

  • Full disclosure

    On our annual off-ward training day this year, I listened with small astonishment to the utter nonsense some of my colleagues were spouting.

    The training consisted of a number of sessions on different fundaments of care, including patient nutrition, hydration, mobilisation and deterioration. Each session was led by a member of the clinical team with a professional interest in the subject – dieticians, researchers, critical care nurses etc – and involved at least some element of interactive activity from the twenty or so nursing staff in attendance. Quite often this included questions regarding our role and actions taken: “how do you conduct a risk assessment”, “how should you respond” etc. In answering, however, there appeared to be very little discernment between what you should do (or work-as-prescribed) and what you would actually do (or work-as-done). And much of what they described did not at all match the reality of what I had witnessed and experienced on the ward.

    The gap that exists between work-as-prescribed and work-as-done is well established in existing literature and has been extensively explored in a range of ward-settings. In healthcare, much discussion focuses on how the gap might be narrowed to in such adaptive environments where no two interactions are the same. What is noted in a lot of these studies, however, is that the reality of this gap is often obscured by staff reporting. For many reasons, staff descriptions of what they do (or work-as-disclosed) often more closely aligns with work-as-prescribed then work-as-done. While possibly due, in part, to the difficulty of distilling complex, haphazard and messy scenarios into clear descriptions of process, Suzette Woodward writes that this phenomenon is likely due to existing cultures in healthcare discouraging people from speaking out.

    In a strict hierarchical environment, in which your professional registration is tied to an ethical and legal responsibility to uphold safe and quality care, admitting not following best practice comes with significant personal risks. And while the circumstances that might have led to any shortfall in care might not be the individual’s responsibility – such as chronic understaffing, excessive workloads, patient acuity, inadequate resources and support from management – staff have learnt that speaking out about these things is very unlikely to lead to anything being done about them. Unless you feel as though your response is valued, that it is being listened to and leant from, then answering honestly as to reality of the day-to-day constraints on practice might feel like too much of a personal risk to take, especially when you know your admission is unlikely to affect change.

    When looked at like this, failure to disclose work-as-done might be understood to be driven less from a “culture of fear” and more from a “culture of indifference”, in which the reality of working conditions is assumed known but not cared about.

    This was something that was felt particularly acutely on non-critical care wards during the pandemic. Staff were redeployed from these areas to service ICU and HDU in order to maintain the 1:1 and 1:2 staff to patient ratios in these areas closely as possible. General wards, however, remained open, full and significantly understaffed. This was true of the second wave especially, when winter pressures and the fall out of the first lockdown meant high admission rates. During this time, the ward I worked on was staffed at 8:1 and 9:1 as standard (I know of other specialities that were at as much as 12:1) and our ability to do our jobs was significantly compromised. We saw the impact this had in the timeliness and quality of care we delivered, and witnessed the effect this had on patient outcomes, complications and deaths.

    The divisional managers would regularly come by and ask us how we were doing. We would answer that we were understaffed, overstretched, and exhausted; that we couldn’t keep our patients safe, were unable to complete basic care tasks, and that patients were in pain and dirty and dying alone. And they listened and nodded and thanked us and continued to take staff away.

    We understood why it was happening, we also understood that management were probably doing their upmost to protect staff and patients, and that there was likely very little that could be done. But it felt as though no one cared.

    Even now, out of the dozens of inquiries and reviews into staffing during the pandemic, very little is known or written about nursing numbers and outcomes on general wards. And the NHS is still yet to mandate a minimum nurse-to-patient ratio across England.

    Back to our training day, and it appeared that staff chose from two types of responses when asked about their work. While a few emphasised their inability to do the task as prescribed due circumstances and constraints, the majority described working as prescribed – often even repeating the evidence basis and rational for practice. It wasn’t that they were intentionally misleading anyone. Rather, it likely seemed easier, safer, and perhaps even futile to acknowledge the full extent of the challenges they faced in doing their job the way they knew they should. Considering the context (a learning environment where the staff’s knowledge basis was being assessed) this pattern of responses is hardly surprising. But it is revealing.  

    The training day was a clear reminder of the gap between how care is supposed to be delivered and how it actually happens on the ward. This disconnect isn’t just theory—it’s something staff deal with every day, shaped by heavy workloads, staffing shortages, and a culture that makes it hard to speak openly. This reluctance to speak is part of a broader issue in healthcare, where the gap between policy and practice is not just overlooked but not likely not adequately understood, making it even harder to address. Without real efforts to listen and act on what frontline workers experience—especially during crises—healthcare risks staying stuck in a cycle where problems are ignored, staff feel unheard, and patient care suffers as a result.

  • Bowels Open – Type 7.

    “Ready, steady, stand”

    With the flat of my hand resting at the base of her spine, I gently push to encourage Corrine as she moves from sitting at the edge of her bed into a standing position. Holding on to her zimmer frame with arthritic hands, she begins the slow shuffle towards the ensuite bathroom of her private room. Corrine was moved to this room so that she could be isolated from other patients after testing positive for clostridium difficile or “c-diff”. Most commonly occurring is those taking broad-spectrum antibiotics, it is easily spread to others and can be life threatening, with profusive watery diarrhoea leading to dehydration, colon damage and even sepsis. Despite my best efforts to respond to her call bell, don the required PPE and assist her out of bed as fast as possible, I wasn’t quite quick enough. As we cross the room odorous brown-green liquid begins running down the inside of Corinnes legs, over her surgical stockings, and dripping across the floor. I look back at the bed she just got out of and see the trail leading from us to a small stain where she was just sitting.

    Neither of us mention it. When we get into the bathroom, I silently pull her nappy down before helping her lower herself onto the toilet. I say I’ll give her a few minutes and leave to strip the bed and wipe up the mess. Despite her frailty, Corrine is fiercely independent. Recovering from a broken hip after a fall, she has worked doggedly with the physios to complete her rehab to get back home as soon as possible. This infection has really set her back. Not just delaying her discharge, but sapping the strength she has built up and the energy she needs to recover. This is the third time I’ve taken her to the bathroom since the start of my shift and her legs are now trembling with the effort of it. Although she has been managing her hygiene needs pretty much independently, when I return to the bathroom it’s to suggest I help her with a wash. Exhausted she agrees, and shyly asks if I can help her shower – no matter how much she wipes herself she just doesn’t feel clean.

    Performing the required hand hygiene protocols on exit and entrance, and re-donning PPE, I return with pants, a nightdress, socks, towels and disposable flannels. I help her strip off and sit her in a plastic chair in the open shower area of the bathroom. The water runs hot and makes the air in the room feel cold. I have to stand holding the hose over her body to stop her from shivering as she lathers her hair. She leans her head back and I rinse out the suds. Proximity means the bottoms of my trousers, shoes and socks are quickly soaked. She manages to most of it herself, but I have to help her flannel her back and feet causing soapy water to run down my arms and fill the inside of my plastic gloves. Shakily she stands, holding on to a handrail, so that she can wash her bottom and between her legs. The effort of standing causes her bowels to open and the rising steam fills the room with the distinctive smell of clostridium difficile. The pooling water begins to discolour and I take a step back to avoid the spreading faecal matter from absorbing into my already soaked shoes.

    Its a small while before Corrine leaves the bathroom. Once dry, dressed and wrapped in a blanket, she sits waiting for me to make her bed. Looking small and grey, her eyes are closed before I finished pulling the blanket and sheets over her. By the time I leave, carrying bags of laundry and pulling the door closed behind me, it’s been almost an hour since I first answered Corrine’s call bell. And despite the time, energy and coordinated effort it took from both of us, anyone looking in would barely be able to notice anything had changed in that time, seeing only a tired and sick, but clean and comfortable looking woman lying in a freshly made bed in a silent room. Nappies and socks have been binned, faeces wiped, washed, and flushed away, and all soiled textiles anonymously bagged and shipped to an industrial launderers. In the end, the only visible trace of our activities will be found on her electronic health record, under her “Fluid Input and Output” chart, where I have selected a box marked “Bowels Open – Type 7”.