First published 26th Jan 2012
Those of us involved in any way with the care ecosystem need to keep our mums and grannies and kids in mind. Whether we are commentating or deeply involved in delivery, commissioning or education. Yesterday provided one such opportunity – a hospital appointment for my mum. It was always going to be difficult!
I had mentally taken that extra beta blocker as preparation, but I hadn’t reckoned on the real cause of the stress. There is no better word than primitive! Mum’s record was only about 3 cm of paper in a tattered and torn green folder with an elastic band round it and containing her previous two addresses, but not the current one. The scheduling system was determined by where this folder rested in a large pile of similar folders, few less than 2 cm and some up to 8 or 9 cm thick.
The first check with the nurse took 5 or 10 minutes longer than it needed, because the part of the record she needed had only been added as a comment at the foot of one page somewhere in this stack of inaccessible information. She kept overlooking it in the search for a more substantial and carefully constructed account of a previous treatment cycle.
For the next half an hour, I watched as this teetering pile of information was shuffled and inspected each time another patient completed the pre-assessment to begin their wait for one of the three doctors in that clinic. Goodness knows what the glancing look proved, but it was a ritual which clearly provided some satisfaction to the nurses amidst this forlorn process. Perhaps I dreamed the papyrus scroll sitting there next to the ink-well and the neatly clipped feather! At least one patient appeared to be missing that vital folder, but maybe it turned up. I couldn’t keep up my excitment levels to notice!
I’ve been working with IT systems for so long, I had forgotten that life can still be so primitive and processes inexcusably mismanaged!
And this is the point to ask: “how could we get the National Programme for IT so badly wrong?” The potential for improvement in safety, quality, efficiency and outcomes is just so obvious. Any engineer will tell you that weaknesses, failures and poor quality happen at boundaries between systems and processes and organisations. And here, in these fat, green, scruffy folders are a series of broken boundaries on show for everyone to see! This is not a technology issue. This is a basic fact that, following the command to do no harm, the next most important rule for every clinician must be to keep an accurate, reliable record of every aspect of the intervention, which is communicated effectively to anyone else involved in delivering care.
And then later that afternoon, as I sat in recovery mode with steaming towel round the forehead to dissipate the stress, in through my inbox came the report from the working party of clinicians seeking to establish a basic standard of clinical record keeping. As I mused on the way this was reported, it read just like a repeat attempt to reinvent the technology mistakes of NPfIT. But I had been privileged to engage with one of the leaders of this work at the beginning of the month.
This is different!
It has the potential to be revolutionary!
It is the work of each Royal College and other luminaries, stating that the solution to better outcomes, greater efficiency and more inclusive working with patients and carers must begin with these clinicians focusing on transforming the way clinical records are defined and kept. Defining and adopting structure and standards which will later lend themselves to better use of technology, intelligent mining, and ease of sharing!
This is the first real sign I have seen that the kind of monumental change we need to see right across care, must begin with the experts in the care processes powering it forwards by driving the development of appropriate tools. This is real clinical leadership in action! Don’t be confused by the way it is reported! This is good stuff!
I continue to be fascinated by the juxtaposition of apparently different streams of intelligence and observations. Sometimes the light bulb moments are genuine and uplifting.
Folks! There is hope!