"I'll admit I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, "(Margo Channing)
An Art Deco Sunburst on a pale Blue Sky
Vidui
I finished my revalidation paperwork around 6pm
Rudbeckia
"GAGA MASHUP"
The Wedding Suit
Mule Train
Piss Boring Post then Hiraeth
Pond Bun Fight
Why I left Psychiatric Nursing
In his morning blog, Cro talked about the state of psychiatric care in the country, discussing its efficacy especially when dealing with the sad case of the recent Devon Shootings.
I trained as a psychiatric nurse back in 1983, just as the big asylum system was closing and the relatively new community nursing system was being set up and greatly expanded.
The nurses, especially on the acute admission wards, were becoming much more psychologically focused in their care and training, like most branches of care, nursing was becoming more academic, research based and professionalised.
It was an exciting time to be a nurse, in many ways but after just three years training and three years staffing on an acute admissions ward I left to become a general nurse. I was burnt out, jaded, and a little cynical.
I was also just twenty seven years old
Very few of our patients were the Conrad Jarrett type. (Conrad was the lead character in the book Ordinary People , the character played by Timothy Hutton in the film version, who was wracked with guilt and depression after his brother’s death) Conrad was cured by the intervention of a kindly old Psychologist after his discharge from psychiatric hospital.
Our patients where the acutely ill psychotic and depressed. Patients that were admitted time and time again when meds were not taken, home stressors remained unchanged and when life too a turn for the worse.
“ No One Ever Called Me Darling”
Bedevilled with Meetings
Gut Feelings
Just tonight I found my great grandfather’s name James Samual Fry in the official Liverpool and Merseyside Bombings Blogsites on line
My grandmother followed her gut feeling that night and soon after, with family dead and no home to go back to , she followed that little voice in her head and took her family to wales where she settled in the back of a small shop, in the village of Gwaenysgor, just a mile or so from Trelawnyd.
I will leave you with this lovely song
A Little Bit Of Magic
Black Widows, Church Meetings and bad Humour
My next day off is Sunday, I’m back on nights Thursday, Fri and Saturday nights
Udder Cream
Pride And Prejudice
A Tree Called Nigel
Mike Kilner
Thistle down
The wind is just strong enough to keep the butterflies off the buddleia and the thistle down from my field is blowing from west to east in bursts like snow.
The breeze is whisking away the construction noise from behind the cottage and all I can hear is the wind in the Elms and the faint contented sound of dog chewing.