Fuck, just checked my interview for MIND is at 11am not midday
Fuckity fuck fuck…..
Mess
The cottage looks like something from the blitz
Why does that happen with only one human in the house?
Fuck knows.
Yesterday’s shift was full on, more like a busy A&E than a hospice
I said to a new family that when I first came I expected lots of nuns looking like Audrey Hepburn floating about.
They expected it too 😞
So, this morning we went for a walk and picked up a McDonalds coffee, and I will be shortly standing in the kitchen and will hike up those bra straps in order to get the place in order.
That’s my only job for the day.
Tomorrow I have an interview with MIND regarding a counselling placement and I’m meeting my friend Polly for lunch. Polly used to be a doctor at the hospice but has now left for pastures new. It’s lovely we keep in touch.
Tomorrow night my sister and are going to see Dune 2 at the cinema
I’ve just cleaned underneath the kitchen reading chair
One hard dog stool, one rubber chicken, one croc ( chewed) a small cactus(?) 54 p in coins and one pair of underpants
I bought too many cream eggs at the supermarket and stopped down the lane to give Helen and Ian, sailor John and Mrs Trellis one each
Wicked
A long day in college today, dovetailed nicely by Wicked Little Letters the lightweight black comedy with a suitably shocking potty mouth . I liked it, as the cast of this true story was to die for, and all of them looked as though they were having a glorious time filming it, There was some major scene stealing by Joanna Scanlon ( in a heavyweight bra) and a feisty Eileen Atkins which I loved
However it was Timothy Spall who turned out to be one of the most repulsive cinematic baddies since Scar in the Lion King, that surprised the most. His performance was truly and genuinely frightening .
This is my sister’s review on Facebook , it made me laugh
Foxy..f-cking...B-stardly ..bl--dy c--t good lol
Back at work all day tomorrow .
Essay Finished!
My reflective report was only 750 words but it took all day to complete
I was tired after an emotionally fraught day at work on Sunday, that’s why….I wanted to lie in this morning
Having a frightened patient is difficult sometimes as they need a great deal of time and watch you like a child watches it’s mother during a thunder storm .
The trick to gain a patient’s confidence is to work with purpose, be honest and to look them directly in the eye as you explain your plan of care to them and their family .
You use touch with everyone, ( if appropriate) and you give them something they can control.
No one should be frightened at the end of life.
Medication administration at these times must be supportive, regular and brave at these times.
Yesterday we had a word game about shots of alcohol instead of injections and hours after I met them
My patent told me I was fucking mad and we grinned and held hands with each other just before I left to go to the theatre
It took a while before I allowed myself to laugh at the jokes on stage. But laugh I did
And a dear colleague who took over me on night shift messaged me this morning to tell me my patient had died peacefully when asleep not long after my shift ended.
It’s my day in college today. A day which has its own different stressors, so I checked with my sister if we were still going to see Wicked Little Letters tonight.
Some good old swearing should be fun
I adore Jessie Buckley after seeing her tour de force Sally Bowles performance in Cabaret and Olivia Coleman is always worth a viewing
Please no thanks yous for being a nurse…not wanted or necessary , it’s nice to ventilate about it sometimes
Dorothy had been quite sick today. I bought her some chicken which she enjoyed with rice and last night she slept under the duvet again with her honey head in my armpit
I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue—live and The Complete Mrs Trellis
My friend Ruth and I went to see the stage uk tour of the Famous radio show last night. And a neat brogue wearing fifty something turned and laughed and agreed with us when Ruth commented that the whole north wales was devoid of all radio4 listeners as they were now all gathered in one place.
The production was great silly fun, with the audience given kazoos to join in with the music rounds
I will leave you with the clean Mrs Trellis anthology ( just dip in to get a flavour)
But the best double entendres were the ones featuring GIVE US A CLUE’s Lionel Blair in the 1990s ( when I was introduced to the programme)
They are not quite allowed now , but are fantastically funny listening
Here’s the link to 25 minutes of some truly hysterical dirty minded radio
Enjoy x
My kazoo
A Little Moment
There is a new horse on the field
A skewbald pony infact.
He’s on one side of the field.
The three resident ponies are on the other.
Mary and I watched them meet over the fence this afternoon.
Sue warned me the introduction may get noisy.
We sat in my bedroom window with a blanket
It was cold and Mary looked like a little Virgin Mary with the blanket around her head.
She sat on my knee, watchful and happy.
She now has a slight cloud in one eye, showing her age,
I hadn’t noticed it before.
All the ponies had been given hay to keep them busy but the three bays kept nodding their heads to the newbie who pretended to ignore them
He moved closer at every munch though.
And We could almost taste the tensions.
The skewbald finally was near enough to extend his head over the fence and the three little bays reached over too to sniff the air between them.
Mary shifted, excited at their meeting
And I held my breath.
A loud whinny, and two ponies jerked their heads and spun around,
But soon after there was more sniffing and more head nodding.
It was fascinating to watch.
And Mary put her paw onto the window
As we sat a while longer to watch.
Azul Y Negro - No Tengo Tiempo
Was it Calpe or Fuengirola ?
Who knows
A family holiday with my sisters, brother in law and nephews
Circa June 1983
Techno pop filled on the Spanish radio and the bars, and one song seemed to be played time and time again.
It was my brain worm.
Bizarrely I remember walking into a small record shop in some town and in that terribly English way, I bought the first record whose sleeve I liked the look of , fuck me it turned out to be the song that I had become slightly obsessed with all that holiday
I have always loved that big of serendipity .
Now that record has long been lost, but last night, with my essay deadline looming , I set myself the task of finding that Spanish song from so long ago.
I love the internet,
It took me 20 minutes to find.
Mentally I wasn’t in the right frame of reference to write my essay yesterday.
I researched the internet, spoke to my friend Nigel at length about nothing, walked the dogs and walked down the lane to see Village Leader Ian, who was busy with friends in his garden so I gave it a miss.
Socially I can be so inept sometimes.
Underneath I’m quite shy.
I lit the fire early and watched a cracking Swedish disaster movie called The Abyss on Netflix, then texted Nu who didn’t ring back, made Nasi Goreng which I ate with chopsticks as the dogs growled for the best position to watch and then went to bed.
I’m meeting friend Ruth for lunch today but have rescheduled the film with my sister until Tuesday .
I will complete the fucking essay later.
Dorothy has lost even more weight this week. She’s on a low fat several times a day
She’s incredibly clingy and slept under the duvet with me last night, which is a rarity
She’s feeling the cold.
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