Sharon Kendrik - Seize The Day

Yet what choice did they have but to employ agency nurses? Nurses were in great shortage and the conditions were to blame. The pay was still appalling compared to many other jobs which required a fraction of the skill which nursing demanded. No wonder that nurses were leaving the health service in droves, to take on boring but highly paid office jobs, their professional qualifications wasted. And other dedicated nurses, such as Ella, Mary and Kingsley—fine nurses she had trained with—had been forced to seek work in Australia, where nurses were respected and highly rewarded, as they were in America and most other countries in the world. Only in Britain were they treated like paupers and second-class citizens, unable for the most part to even manage to buy houses on their meagre salaries.

Jenny smiled again at the moody-looking girl on the other side of the desk. Perhaps she had been a little abrupt—there was nothing wrong with the girl admiring one of the doctors, after all, though ‘bloody gorgeous’ was hardly the way she would have chosen to describe him!

‘So what is your name?’ she asked.

‘It’s India,’ answered the girl reluctantly. ‘India Westwood.’

‘India! What a pretty name! And so unusual.’

There was a slight hesitation. ‘I hate it!’

Jenny gave up. ‘Well, at least it’s not boring, like Jennifer!’ She glanced at the Kardex. ‘Now, then. What’s been happening to the ward while I’ve been away?’

Staff Nurse Westwood gave the report competently enough, although her voice lacked any real warmth when talking about the patients. But then she hadn’t been working there very long, and perhaps it was difficult to become involved when you were doing agency work since you never knew how long you were going to stay in one particular job. She could, in principle, be moved to another ward tomorrow, though Jenny knew that Sonia Walker would avoid this unless absolutely necessary—she attempted to provide some degree of continuity by sending agency staff to the same ward.

When the report was finished Jenny took the Kardex. ‘Thanks very much indeed, Staff. I wonder if you’d like to send the evening staff in to me, and I’ll tell them what’s going on?’ The phone on her desk rang and she picked it up. ‘Hello?’ She listened for a moment or two. ‘Right. I’ll do that. Thanks.’

She looked at Staff Nurse Westwood. ‘Mrs Curran is ready to be collected from Theatre—she’s had a bit of a nasty reaction to the anaesthetic, so I’d like a trained member of staff to collect her. Could you go—and ask two of the staff to move the beds round so that she’s right next to the office? I noticed that it hadn’t been done on my way round.’

‘I didn’t have time to do it,’ answered the blonde defensively.

No, but you had time to stand in the office in close cahoots with Leo Trentham, thought Jenny, but she said nothing. ‘I was just stating a fact, Staff—it wasn’t intended as a criticism. By the way—just before you go could you tell me what’s happened to my red ward-book? It seems to have disappeared.’

‘Oh, that!’ India’s voice was triumphant. ‘We don’t use it any more.’

Jenny had difficulty in keeping her voice calm. ‘Oh? Don’t we? Says who?’

‘Leo—I mean Dr Trentham. He says that those books went out with the ark. He hasn’t thrown it away, though—he’s put it in the top cupboard by the door.’

‘That was exceptionally decent of him,’ said Jenny in a tight voice. ‘You’d better go off to Theatre now, Staff.’

After the door had closed she sat there for a moment, perfectly still, her loud breathing the only sound to be heard in the small office. The red book! The bible of Rose Ward! Stuffed into a dusty old cupboard because some insolent upstart who didn’t even know the hospital properly had deemed that it had ‘gone out with the ark’. Just who the hell did he think he was?

Jenny decided that she would speak to Dr Trentham and give him a few home truths, but she didn’t dare risk having him bleeped just yet; she felt so shaky with anger that she didn’t trust herself not to scream down the phone at him.

She took a few deep breaths to steady herself, and then there was a tap on the door.

‘Come in,’ she called.

It was Nurse Galloway. ‘Did you want us in for report, Sister? Are you all right? You look really shaky!’

‘I’m fine, thanks.’ She was not going to have all the staff thinking that there was something wrong with her. She was not going to appear unprofessional for the first time in her working life.

‘Do come in, girls,’ she spoke calmly, ‘and I’ll give report.’

After report she had him bleeped, and after a couple of minutes the phone rang.

‘You’re bleeping Dr Trentham?’ queried a breathless voice.

‘Yes, is he there?’

‘He’s in Theatre at the moment. He’s operating. Can I give him a message? Is it urgent?’

Of course, he would be operating—how stupid of her to forget. What was happening to her?

‘It’s Sister Hughes on Rose Ward. Could you please ask him to ring me when he has a moment? It’s not urgent.’

‘Yes, Sister.’

But he didn’t ring back, nor did he come to the ward, and she was due to go off duty.

She looked at the clock furiously—it was nine-thirty, and operating finished at six or seven at the latest. She glanced through the Theatre list—the last case had been a simple pin and plate which would have taken half an hour at the most, and she knew that he wasn’t doing an emergency because she would have been informed. He just hadn’t bothered to contact her.

Well, he could learn that his sloppiness would simply not be tolerated at Denbury Hospital. Small it might be—but its standards were as high as anywhere in the country, and someone just ought to point that out to Leo Trentham.

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