If the late Dr. Sinah, the former GP consortium lead, hadn’t had a fatal MI last month, and if Alex ( Salaried GP at the Fortune Practice) hadn’t been angered by a neighbouring practice deregistering another expensive patient that had ended up on her on call list today and if partnership was coming up round here any time soon… then perhaps Alex wouldn’t have found herself applying for the job of STAR consortium chair.
( Little did she know that the partners at the Fortune Practice were in a meeting discussing taking 24hr retirement and the best way forward!)
Now the Health Care and Social Services Bill was passed, how else was she to understand what was going on?.. Better to be on the board and using her energy to do the best she could for her patients. “Round the table” as Clare Gerrada had put it on the Today Programme.
Besides, Abi, her salaried GP colleague was applying; never before had Alex come across a colleague as self interested. Abi’s application just couldn’t go unopposed.
Alex took a look at the leaked risk register with her own interests in mind:
“ By dismantling current management structures, GP consortia would go bust”
“ GP leaders were not sufficiently developed”
Foolhardy was her application then and full of risk. But then if there was any way she could help prevent the private sector costing more……she felt more determined and clicked send on her on line application.
She turned off Emis , closed her NHS net and went to go and meet her boyfriend, Andrew.
Andrew was from America, liked going to bars and using Twitter. Just after they settled with their drinks he checked his I phone; Mello Johnny hadn’t tweeted so much for a while ( possibly in a Guillian- Barre like post activist paralysis. Or maybe considering the next campaign…)
Sipping their cocktails, the March rain, refreshing the air… Andrew and Alex wondered if Clare Raynor would really do as she’d said on her death bed, and come haunt Lansley.
“Might as well move back to Texas, the way things are here now” said Andrew…”At least it’s hot”
Andrew had missed spending Passover with his family but had enjoyed a sunny Easter with his English nephews and neices.
Meanwhile Roy, a 75-year-old blind housebound diabetic, was sitting in his wheelchair listening to Allegri’s ‘Miserere’, when suddenly he felt a numbness of his face. He seemed to be unable to use his right hand to get to his panic alarm…