My blog’s subtitle says I write about love, food, sex and death. This one’s about death.
One million, seven hundred thousand Americans become infected every year in a hospital (note the word “become”; they weren’t infected when they entered), and 99,000 of them die. Ninety-nine thousand! If that many Americans died in wars or natural disasters, the headlines would be HUGE AND BLACK.
Remember reading about hospitals in the middle ages, places no one willingly entered because you came out dead? That’s how it’s starting to feel.
Here in California where 200,000 a year get a hospital-caused infection and 12,000 die, we are trying to pass a rule: hospitals must publicly report their monthly infection rates. Give us a choice and a fighting chance. Guess who’s against it? The Hospital Association.