St Davids Day



 I was ten minutes early for my interview
And wore a plain Bluebell blue jumper, black pants and work shoes.
It was cold so I wore my new woollen coat and a multicoloured scarf , which I thought made me look vaguely “counselling”
I felt it went ok, I will hear on Monday if I have a place. The centre seems well resourced and run from what I can see and there is a noticeable energy in the staff I met , which I liked.

From there, I did some shopping in Tesco and bumped into an old friend, a sister from ITU. I told her where I’d been and she laughed saying I should have done it years ago. 
I was a crap ITU nurse she was in fact saying…the technology often baffled me , 

I met my friend Polly at Bryn Williams which was packed with St David’s Day diners. Each table had miniature daffodils in vases, so the place smelled slightly of piss , something even our waitress agreed upon. 
There was smoked mackerel scotch eggs on the menu! Oh be still my beating heart!!!! They were bloody lovely too


Lunch and gossip was lovely. I miss working with Polly, a true all round, old fashioned GP, hey ho.

Anyway came home, walked the dogs then went to Prestatyn to see Dune II  where my sister Janet met me inside the cinema just before the film started. We are twins but she does not hold with being early for anything ( as I painfully do) 
It was beautiful to look at as is Zandaya in the second lead, but the film, as sequels often are , is a bit lumpy and long. Timothy Chalamet still has a certain something, I must say, not my type at all, but he holds the camera and audience in the palm of his hand. 



I’ve not long got home, and have lit the fire ,and marshalled the dogs onto the sofa for warmth. I’m working tomorrow 



Fuck

 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


Janet Parry

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.