Showing posts with label hospital. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hospital. Show all posts

Wednesday, 21 October 2020

Covid comes home to roost - Tier 3 for Manchester, a positive test and a national survey.

Back in August I started writing about the situation surrounding Covid 19 and never finished. I wrote: 

The country has been creaking to life for over a month now but is still far from normal. Here in Manchester we've had new restrictions in place for a couple of weeks meaning two households aren't allowed to come together either at home or in a public building. Some venues are only just opening – theatres for example – but are doing so with all manner of precautions and restrictions in place.

We ate at a restaurant for the first time the week before last – Croma our regular haunt – which was nice but again a weird experience. The staff, many of which we know, were all in masks; we weren't supposed to be with someone who wasn't in our household so we said that our guest was a lodger; and tables had been removed. We'd been to a pub a couple of weeks before that.

And that's where I stopped. Interrupted and never to return. Until today... 

I'd have hoped that by now, in the second half of October, things would have improved but sadly not. We seem to have gone the other way.

A week ago the Government introduced a tier system for areas and regions in the UK whereby restrictions designed to slow the infection rate of the virus would be imposed dependent on its severity in that area. I've never heard the words 'Tier three' so many times before in my life since then.

This is a screenshot of today's (21 Oct) Manchester Evening News website with every mention of Tier three circled. See what I mean?

It's understandable, I suppose, when you appreciate that local representatives in Manchester have been negotiating (or fighting, depending on your viewpoint) with central government for a package to support the people that will be affected by the regulations when they are imposed and we move from our current position in tier two.

The new restrictions will mean that pubs cannot serve people drinks unless they are having a meal, this coupled with the ten o'clock curfew which has been in place across the country for a month (21 Sep), and the table service rules feels like another nail in the coffin for the industry in this area. There will inevitably be a knock on effect beyond the pubs and bars that simply have to close – taxis, cleaners and takeaways spring to mind, not to mention the supply chain. Additionally households are still not allowed to meet indoors and now in some outdoor settings too. Travel restrictions are also in place – though I don't think they are actual bans, more recommendations. 

It's become quite confusing for a lot of people, what they can and cannot do, and I can see how it's affecting people's state of mind too. With a full lockdown then three months of restrictions behind them, and now being told it's about to get worse for the foreseeable future, people are getting lockdown fatigue and stress levels are rising.

The way I see it is that the rise in infections has correlated with the return to the city of students, the opening up of schools, and the inevitable mixing that they have been doing. I understand the evidence of infections happening in pubs to be weak at best. 

I've been in a number of pubs over the last few weeks and in each you're expected to register yourself either with the government tracing app, or write down your information for them to hang on to in case there's an outbreak and they need to contact you. You must wear a mask when you're not sitting down – even to go to the loo. Ordering, on the whole is done via your mobile phone on apps and through websites. There are one way systems where feasible and there's sanitiser and warnings everywhere. 

Each and every place I've been to has been managed well and to the regulations. I struggle to see how closing these places down will make a significant difference to infection rates. If anything, the curfew has been more counterproductive as town and city centres across the nation are suddenly flooded with pissed people just before the clock strikes ten.

The wrangle between Manchester's Mayor, the Town Hall, and the leaders of the ten boroughs, and Central Government has been big news and my position on it has changed a number of times since it began. 

I'm not a fan of Andy Burnham, nor was I in favour of introducing city mayors when that happened a few years ago, that being said I was generally supportive of his response to Government saying that the city needs robust financial support to help the people that will be adversely affected by the new restrictions and who will only be entitled to two thirds of their salary, as opposed to eighty percent under the furlough scheme. I was in agreement more so when he suggested a scheme of protecting the vulnerable and allowing others to carry on in the current manner – something I would like to see across the country.

There have been moments when he's appeared to be showboating, he's also been accused of political grandstanding and using the situation for his own interests. I think his intentions are genuine but I can also see a grain of truth in these suggestions. Regardless, he is being hailed as a hero by many and we are now in a different place.

Yesterday the Government took the decision to end negotiations and impose the Tier three restrictions with a fraction of the financial support Burnham et al had requested. There has been a public backlash against this already and in an city not know for its favourable view of the Conservatives, I suspect this decision will ring in people's ears for a generation, much like decisions made by the Conservative government of the eighties did across the north. But time will tell.

Manchester is not the first area to have these restrictions in place, Liverpool was the first, then Lancashire and it now looks like Sheffield and South Yorkshire are doing the same with West Yorkshire and parts of the North East in line next. New Tier two restrictions have been introduced in London, Birmingham and parts of Essex.

To be clear though, whilst rates of infections have increased, deaths involving covid 19 are nowhere near the levels they were earlier in the year. This is down to a number of things including increased knowledge, improved treatment, more testing, and I dare say, the ages of people that are picking it up is currently lower and younger people are less likely to suffer badly from it.

That brings me onto a more personal note. My dad, who is seventy and currently in hospital, has been diagnosed with Covid 19. 

He fell at home on 5th October and after using his magic necklace to alert the emergency folk was taken to Blackpool Victoria hospital where he stayed till last Thursday. When he fell he fractured the very top of his arm, near his shoulder. The recovery situation is complicated by the fact that he uses a frame and with the fracture he can't grip it properly so can't walk. On Thursday he was moved to a place called The Arc which is a hospital where they work on getting him back to a state where he can leave and live independently. Apparently this could take five or six weeks.

At some point between Victoria and the Arc he's picked up a dose of the coronavirus. Currently he's asymptomatic and we're hopeful he'll stay that way but it's a bit scary. On the other hand, he doesn't seem at all bothered by it. He's being isolated for eight days which, as he's already in a room on his own, isn't much of a difference. He's probably seeing more people there than he did at home. So we'll keep phoning him – after all we're not allowed to visit – and see what happens.

Another new turn of events that's been brought on by the pandemic is Chris's work. He's taken on a temporary job which involves delivering and collecting covid tests and surveying people about their recent activities. It's part of a survey for the Office of National Statistics and whilst it's not the most challenging thing he's ever done it keeps the wolves from the door and him out of mischief for a few months.

So the world as we once knew it is still massively disrupted. I'd go as far to say that it feels more disrupted than during the full lockdown but, that being said, we still have friends, and work, and family and things to keep us entertained till the dust settles and we can all get back to some semblance of normality, which I expect will now be in the spring.

Wednesday, 20 May 2020

Statistics and Death - the miserable post.

Statistics are funny buggers aren't they? I learned this many years ago when I worked for MORI, the polling and market research agency. I distinctly remember how careful you had to be when presenting your project findings because clients were apt to claim all manner of wild and wonderful things to make interviewee responses suit their product or business plan.

You'll have seen the TV adverts that claim '98% of people said this product made them more beautiful / gave them an IQ of 200 / elongated their whatever...' and then underneath, almost apologetically, in brackets, and tiny letters, you'll see (of eleven people surveyed), there was lots of that at MORI.

You'll forgive me then, I hope, for taking the cavalcade of Coronavirus critics, strutting their stats on social media, with a pinch of salt.

Opinions are like arseholes: everybody's got one, most of them stink, and I'd really rather you didn't push it in my face if it's all the same. For that reason I'm not going to go into where I stand on the plethora of stats coming from every media outlet in the world, suffice it to say I think it's too early to discuss who did what well and who didn't with regard to the pandemic.

The one source I look at regularly, is the Worldometer website's Coronavirus updates. It gives me a way to look at what's happening in each country, compare them and rank them by a number of different factors including number of cases and deaths per million. Still I'm not sure if these are correct figures, I've just read that deaths in the UK have surpassed 40,000 today and yet this website tells me it's less than 35,000. I can't possibly know but by using one source (which I assume is unbiased) it at least gives some continuity.

It's easy to look at these numbers and forget that every integer is a person. The Top of the Pops of which is the worst country this week suddenly becomes rather grim when you take that onboard.

But how else are we supposed to deal with what's happening if we let ourselves get tied up in the reality of every individual case. We'd surely go mad.

When faced with large scale death we must employ coping mechanisms, otherwise how would someone be able to continue living after a war or genocide? How could someone work at an abattoir or be a grave digger?

Statistics become a defence strategy. We can't grieve for everyone.


Yesterday my youngest brother sent me a message to say that our dad had fallen. When you get to his age you don't just fall over, you have a fall. Fall is no longer a verb it becomes a noun. Having a fall is an event when you hit three score years and ten.

I got as much information from him as possible - the who what where when and why protocol - assessed the situation and let my uncle know. I took the decision not to call my dad last night and instead phoned him this morning.  I assumed he'd be fed up of telling the story again, he'd be sore and crotchety, and maybe even a bit embarrassed.

When I called him this morning he seemed in reasonable spirits. His voice sounded feeble but then it always does now. I asked him how it had happened and he told me that the biddies, the elderly woman he pays to clean for him and her ancient mother, had put a square of carpet down to cover a worn patch on the floor, he'd not known it was there, tripped on it and fallen, cracking his knee on the bedside table.

Thankfully my cousin was only a few minutes away as she'd been round to run some errands for him. She waited with him, and got a carer to come to attend who determined there was no need for a hospital visit.

Since then social services have agreed to come in twice a day instead of once, giving my cousin some respite and possibly alleviating the biddies from some of their duties.

My mum died when I was in my mid twenties, and despite having been treated for cancer for the best part of a year, it was a shock. It felt like it happened very quickly. It feels to me now like my dad has given up and is just waiting for his turn. There's no fight or frustration, just acceptance, which I struggle to understand. We've had the conversation about his funeral and whenever I speak to him there's nothing to say. He's stopped reading, he doesn't go out (though I suspect if he wanted to he could) and despite a polite interest in what I'm doing, the conversation has all but stopped.

The speed that my mum went - four days after the final incident - was difficult to deal with but likewise this drawn out affair is tough. I just hope it doesn't happen before the country opens up again, I feel like I should see him again.

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

She seemed pleased...

For about five years I have been looking for a family recipe for stuffing. After hunting high and low on many occasions I finally gave up and then on Friday I found a letter from my mum in which she had written the recipe! It was quite odd reading a letter from my mum that I hadn't read since before she died but quite comforting at the same time. I found the letter inside an old diary from when I was a teenager and after reading the letter had a quick flick through the much scrawled pages of the diary. It is full of gems...

Monday 20th January 92
It's 11.39pm, mum and dad are in bed already and Robert's snoring - wish he'd shut it. Hadn't done my maths homework for school and I still haven't. I've just been gluing monsters, men and dogs on the ceiling...
Mr Turvey asked Matt Haynes if his thirteen colour biro was a vibrator or a pen - ded funny.

Thursday 13th February 92
Last weekend I went to Jonny's - his mum wasn't there. Me and him and Darren got rat arsed. Darren porked Simone.

Tuesday 19th January 93
Nearly got in trouble because of my foul mouth again in Biology 'cause that cunt Haynes put prit stick in my hair and forehead - little bastard.

Wednesday 5th May 93
I'll start with what's going on with me & Shan. Last Friday I saw her after school and we were in the church yard on the steps, I ended up fingering her - she seemed pleased.



There are some notes in there from when I did a week's work experience at Oldham hospital:

Fri 9.20am Woman fallen suspected fracture of sternum
10.15 am Outside N wards meeting Harish in approx 15 mins, he'll probably be late.
This nurse is doling out coffee from this big jug with a ladle. Half of them are having it in beakers with mouth spouts like babies, it's really sad to see these women deteriorate like this.
Harish is talking to some doc at the bottom. This big fork lift has been shifting a big concrete planter about. I'm in N now There's this old lady whose wig has fallen off - total baldness.
Harish just asked me if I'd had a late night because my eyes were all frogged up.

Other notes from my work experience include:
Old biddy had arm put back in shoulder socket.
Contact lens stuck in eye
Bead in ear
One bad fracture, bone sticking out of leg.
Stroke - didn't see it
Heart attack - just missed it.
Thursday - sod all so far.