The professionals of the art of healing are terribly upset, and it seems to me that they are absolutely right.
The injustice of the labor regime that they have been enduring for decades should force any ruler or official, local, regional or state, who has participated in the inspiration of the rules that govern professional agreements, to dedicate themselves to something else.
There are spaces that are not public, that would gladly receive them, I am not going to expose them, but I would like to, because there are, with less risks and responsibilities. I don't know if they have realized that in the field where they operate, their decisions drag prejudices for something transcendent for society: their health.
And to protect it, it cannot, it should be forbidden, to do without a sector that is essential to maintain it: the practitioners of the art of healing.
Those in charge know this perfectly well, but they also know from experience that if they don't have them, nothing happens. Nothing ever happens because they consider that they are capable of resisting any situation, viral, bacterial, acute, chronic or of incompetence.
Nothing happened when they had to work without adequate protection against the COVID epidemic, that the "geniuses" of prophylaxis did not listen to their advice from specialists, not politicians, that they assumed all the hours and more in exchange for nothing, as if the applause at 8:00 p.m. every sad day was sufficient payment.
Oh, the doctors, upset, without anyone to protect them from excessive, inconsiderate work, from endless hours, from liters and liters of adrenaline and cortisol wasted in inhuman shifts, in endless hours, without defense from any minister, from any labor reform.
Oh, the doctors, who cannot defend themselves like the rest of the workers, with strikes, because without attention patients can die.
Those in charge know it, they are aware of what a resident earns, they are young, energetic, apostles?, trained as champions after years and years to achieve a specialty that they cannot practice if it is not with garbage contracts, which if applied in any other branch of the economy, would be considered indecent, immoral.
Exactly that, exploitation, are the conditions that young doctors have to endure, until they get older and conclude with their illusion trampled, always demanding heroism from them, to work without sleeping, enduring terrifying emergencies and the null gratitude of those who count, in a lying way, the way they managed to reduce waiting lists by telephone.
Oh, the doctors, they got tired, so yesterday Monday they organized an impressive move, to remove the foundations of the bureaucrats, progressives, liberals and conservatives, who argue among themselves, without white coats, the Preliminary Draft Law of the Framework Statute of the Health Services, which is developed, neither more nor less, than in 89 pages, signed by the Minister of Health.
And at this point all the arguments explained up to this moment went to hell, because the Minister of Health, who is a doctor, does not know with which colleagues she spoke, because a lot of them, I said above, have become upset.
They are against the Statute, because it has not been discussed, they complicate training, consideration and the future. Feeling harmed, they organized an impressive move, if yesterday, I also said it above.
The call, as to intimidate the leaders, offered brief and forceful questions and answers, ensuring: "No to the Framework Statute! On February 10, from 11:00 to 11:30 a.m., all the doctors in Spain will gather at the doors of the hospitals."
The politicians didn't move a hair, they simply watched smiling, because tradition usually becomes custom.
The doctors did not want to or could not leave their patients waiting, and continued to care for them.
And it's a good thing, because there is never a lack of the exasperated person who, when he is in the waiting room of a health center for more than a certain period of time, can face ferociously, because "that's what he pays Social Security for, and they have to attend to him! It doesn't matter the time or the type of emergency or the rights of the professionals, only their own, just like what those of the preliminary project do.
And don't get cocky with me...! Oh, the doctors.
