Hospital superintendents were paid slightly more than nurses and there were no big bonuses for anyone. We were all in the same boat and everyone knew and respected frugality. This is my anecdotal account of what happened during the transition to the current cash-in culture of today's healthcare. One caveat, these notions have been filtered through what's left of an ancient nervous system that remembers old school nurses who never expected to own much of anything and lots of MDs were content with an apartment.
It's easy to rattle of a list of culprits in the stratospheric rise of healthcare cost. Entrepreneurially motivated physicians and nurses wth the notion that I worked hard and deserve bountiful financial compensation for my work is a part of the story. Patient care in of itself was the old school compensation and material deprivation produced a sense of solidarity among nurses with everyone looking out for one another.
Old nurses like myself really had it easy compared to the all for one, and one for all whippersnapperns of today when it comes to salary. Our basic needs were met without worry and there were no school loans or financial demands. If we needed medical care any MD would gladly see us as a professional courtesy and if a hospitalization was required, our diploma school had a private "alumni room" for our exclusive use. It was the only room in the hospital with genuine Karastan carpeting. Nurses lived the good life without money changing hands. It's no wonder we affectionately referred to our hospital as "Mother."
Explosive growth of technology and electronic record keeping consumes lots of dollars. So do mindless Press Gainey surveys. Old school physicians would argue until they were blue in the face that patients are not qualified to make judgments about the quality of their care. I can see their point. Some of the very best surgeons I worked with were not very touchy-feely, and that's putting it nicely. Dr. Slambow would visit post-op patients with part of his breakfast and/or lunch spilled on his tie and shirt. I can see why folks would question the credibility of a surgeon wearing his breakfast and lunch, but he was one of the best when it came to minimizing post-op complications.
In the late 1970s my humble school of nursing was closed down for good after being in existence for almost 100 years. The building functioned as an oncology clinic for a couple of years and was then razed for the construction of a multi-level, monstrous parking garage. Fancy hospital parking facilities are given short shrift when considering how corporate interests made health care such an expensive commodity. This is where the rubber meets the road (or parking garage) in my woe filled tale. Parking garages are at the root of the problem.
|Parking garages became the welcoming mat for hoards of greedy go-getters|
Very few nurses owned cars when I was toiling at the bedside. We made do with the CTA, bicycles or good old fashioned shoe leather, those Clinic shoes were made for walking, It's interesting to note that our nursing school was way ahead of the curve when it came to alternative transportation. The first object to greet someone approaching the school was a massive bike rack, usually at least half full. There were no worries about locking your bike. Who would even think of stealing a nurse's bike?
Physicians and the fortunate few that owned autos found ample space on the street or small unregulated surface lots. Patients arrived at the hospital by taxi, bus, or walk-ins. There was no EMS, and trauma patients frequently arrived in the back of police cars or paddy wagons. Chicago police operated unique, three wheeler Harley-Davidson motorcycles which could be ridden just about anywhere. I vividly recall a drowning victim from Montrose Beach being hauled up to the ER secured to the back of a police officer's tricycle motorcycle. The officer even went so far as to suggest the road bumps jostled the water out of the victims airway. The patient survived with quite a story to tell. Maybe the cop had a point.
Hospital parking garages dramatically demonstrate the ridiculous profusion of administrative busy bodies, clerical, and unnecessary hucksters attempting to sell everything from pharmaceuticals to medical equipment. Visit just about any hospital parking facility on a Sunday morning to observe first hand how few workers are really necessary to take care of patients and it's not because administrative big shots and pharmaceutical representatives are attending church. The Sunday morning deserted parking garage syndrome is even more acute at government agencies such as VA Hospitals.
Hospital parking garages are like a beacon to pharmaceutical hucksters. In the old days drug reps were a non-entity. No one needed to sell penicillin because it really did kill strep and everyone knew it. Much of drug pricing today is done with blatant extortion. A marketer of Zyprexa might claim that his drug will negate the necessity of long term hospitalization saving untold tens of thousands of dollars, hence, his product is worth a ridiculous charge.
Epinephrine was dirt cheap. Everyone knows what Mylan's Heather Bresch did with exorbitant charges for that "lifesaving" drug. I betcha if drug reps had to ride a bicycle to hospitals they would be few and far between.
Parking garages and the influx of money seeking hucksters changed how doctors and nurses thought about their patients. Money changing hands at every corner of the hospital amidst a bean counter culture changed who people were. Mega bucks doled out in bonuses to administrative big shots who never helped anyone except for themselves became the rule. It was so much better when all I had was a Raleigh Super Course bike to ride to work and to heck with all those monstrous parking garages.