USA Today tells us that thanks to patient surveys, hospitals are kissing our butts:
Special air-blowing vests keep patients warm pre-surgery. Private rooms are the norm. Staffers regularly check in with patients to anticipate their toilet and showering needs to cut down on call-light usage. Patients are given clear discharge instructions. Cleaning is no longer done at night. Patients are taught the difference between “pain-free” and “pain-controlled.”
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Amenities such as free lattes and valet parking are not new to hospitals. They began offering them years ago in a high-stakes fight to lure patients. However, what hospitals are doing now is, for the most part, tailored to the survey questions they know patients will be asked.
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“The problem is America is a free-market economy,” [Rajesh Balkrishnan of the University of Michigan] said. “We need to give patients a way to speak on what they think about health care, what works for them, how health care professionals work for them, because those factors go into determining whether treatments are successful.”
I don’t think any of us have a problem with the idea that they are trying to make a hospital stay a more pleasant experience. It’s hard to recover from whatever when there is too much noise to rest, for example. It’s great that staff is making a better effort at explaining what’s going to happen. Anticipating needs? Well that is mighty fine customer service. However, I think now we are starting to go too far.
For one thing, who the heck is paying for these valets, lattes, and pre-surgery warming vests? In the end, you and I are through higher premiums and taxes. Could we perhaps make do with a clean blankie and a coffee maker?
Second, all this nonsense loses sight of Reality. In Reality, people choose a hospital based on two factors and only two factors: What hospital will my insurance company pay for? or What hospital is closest to the site of the accident? The overwhelming majority of people don’t have the luxury of saying “General Hospital has a better record of surgical outcomes” or “St. Elsewhere has free espresso drinks!” Let’s stop pretending that any of this is considered by Joe and Jane Average when Joe’s having chest pain.
Speaking of Reality, I understand that Obamacare means more insured patients means more demand for physician services. But where exactly does Stacy think she’s going to find doctors for that medical office space she’s trying to rent out?
In Closing: it would be nice if reporters would actually read scientific studies before telling us what they say; light up crosswalks; they had to get water from somewhere; college readiness may be more than academic skills; some taxes are going up regardless of what gets decided about the fiscal cliff (at this point I’m mighty tempted to say let’s just go there and watch the backpedaling); OBEY; and the ultimate helicopter parents.
Here in Seattle we have had flashing crosswalks for quite a while. The ones employed here, I feel, are of a better design in that the flashing lights are placed at the margin of the crosswalk, on the pavement (I would imagine this is less tricky for the pedestrian than a walking surface that changes illumination) AND large flashing lights overhead much as a traffic signal.
Just the other, rainy, dreary and very dark evening, I remarked to my daughter as we came to a stop at one of these crosswalks, how effective they were as the pedestriian was nearly invisible to me otherwise.
I recently had a hospital, ER, experience that was somewhat different than having my keister carressed:
After hacking off a portion of my left index finger with a table saw (not as serious as it sounds but included some bone loss) I reported to the ER nurse at 11:50.
Around 12:30, I was selected from among the FOUR people also waiting for treatment, and went for my entrance interview.
among the questions asked was: “please numerically rate your pain.”
I reported a significant amount of pain, and having no basis for comparison (they didn’t say “compare it to the last time you gave birth” or any such criteria) I rated it a strong 8.
My guess is that they asked merely out of curiosity and not with the intent of adressing my pain as it wasn’t until TWO AND A HALF HOURS later that I was admitted to an exam room and another 20-30 minutes after that before I received an anesthetic.
The CNA came in after that and DRIBBLED some aneseptic liquid, no scrubbing, on the wound and lightly wrapped it with guaze. Upon returning home I scrubbed the caulking and sawdust from the wound, myself, and then got out the check book to pay for the $2000.00 hospital bill.
No latte. No reach-around.