Bureaucratic evil in modern health care
The creed of compliance
In every hospital, a grotesque comedy unfolds: Poor Sod, our hapless patient, lies gut-shot, aorta spewing like a B-movie fountain. Clinicians, faces blank as overcooked porridge, scurry in a choreographed panic, clutching flowcharts like sacred scrolls. Monitors bleep like a chorus of lobotomised parrots. A registrar, mad enough to trust his gut, tries a life-saving stunt not in the Holy Manual. A nurse, eyes glinting with the …
