Needy


I left the cottage at twenty past six and returned just before nine pm. Dorothy was asleep in the crook of my right arm by half past nine after her meal of rice and chicken and painkillers. 
trendy Carol’s Hubby had looked after her beautifully 

Thank you for all the best wishes for her

She knows something is afoot and is more clingy than Donald Trumps underpants

Off to bed 

 

 Sleepless night after 4 am Dorothy restless and odd despite painkillers
Just going to work 
Boy do I need myMcDonald’s coffee this morning

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