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 As counselling students we have to experience two lots of counselling, covering at least two modalities of counselling theory. 
I’ve already covered pure person centred theory last year, which was interesting.
Now I’ve started with are more interactive and dynamic counsellor who I think will challenge me more.
She talks a lot too. 
I like that also.
She was recommended  to me and has a practice in a little market town out in the sticks of North Wales some 20 miles South. She is sharp eyed and has a ready smile and although in her late seventies I suspect she misses nothing. 
We started today upon how I deal with loss.
The day is bright, almost hot even and when I left the office I spied two black nuns, resplendent in light blue habits with white borders, sat at the nearest bus stop. They were laughing and the whole scene felt a good omen
“ Do you rest much John?” the counsellor asked me after watching me get up out of the chair with a struggle and before I answered said “never mind, I’ll come to that again” with a smile

I am reminded of this song
As I drove home through the glorious Welsh countryside 





Stress tired

 The stress of yesterday rebounded today.
I saw my counselling clients from mid morning and after taking the dogs to Sainsburys on the way home in order to buy them some mouth watering ham , we got home around 2pm
I fell asleep by quarter past ,
Sat on the bed with the twins
I’ve only just got up
It’s just after 6pm!!!

Ok it was a balls up, but my essay I now in. My revalidation done and the flower Show finished
I needed that sleep

Fuck


 Fuck 
Library closed at 4.30 rather its usual 9pm
Shit hadn’t quite finished my conclusion 
But had Downloaded all my references to drive beautifully 
Loaned laptop from other library across campus with minutes to spare
Finally tweaked essay at 9 pm 
All calm and serene , happy with my essay
Then 
Couldn’t cut and paste all references to end of essay
Software said no
THEN 
LOST FRIGGIN REFERENCES 
ALL OF THE FUCKERS 
ALMOST CRIED
Pulled up bra straps and re wrote references
Not bad, missed a few though
Clicked on electronic essay portal 
ERROR!!!!!
Could not send file 
Omg 
Screamed 
Tried again 
Nope
Sent my tutor assignment and references by email 
Good assignment , references now so so 
Deadline midnight

I hate FUCKING COMPUTERS 
GIN! 
Large one

Kitten

Coffee on the beach before library



My essay is in at midnight tonight 
Well 23.59 actually

I have 650 words to go as well as typing and referencing it .

So I’m at the library early doors today.

Last night I woke around 4 am with student essay anxiety 
Only to find  a tiny black kitten curled up under my chin 
Just like Meg used to do.
Lots of purrs
A tiny body seeking a warm spot

When I reacted, she sensed change and got up and moved away.

Mutton Dressed As Lamb


I’m off to the library so I’m dressing young
When I want to do this I have a choice of three T shirts
Garfield, Herbivore or Jurassic Park
I’ve gone all dinosaur
It suits my sore knees
The twins have started to bounce on my bed at night and one got herself trapped inside a pillowcase out 5 am which caused a great deal of yowling
I’m sure they think their names are fuck and off



Oh Lord


One of the most powerful things I’ve seen recently 
“ it’s mama! Almost finished me” 

 

An Answer For Lee

What happens when you die? 
This straightforward question seems so typical of commentator Lee, a New Yorker with a potty mouth and the most eloquent of emails. She sent me this question with a history. A history of never experiencing the lead up to someone close to her dying. 
Her father died suddenly at work from cardiac issues and her mother had a catastrophic stroke when on holiday. Lee was not at their bedside when they passed nor has she been at anyone else’s bedside since.
She called herself a death virgin
And they are not as rare as you think.
So Lee wanted to know, 
So what happens when you die?

In my experience the body compensates with illness, cancer, disability , trauma , whatever the problem is until simply put, it can’t anymore. The physical and emotional struggle becomes too much and the patient is what is often referred to and being on the landing. 
This euphemism is useful for it allows the patient and their relatives to understand where they are at. The landing is at the top of the stairs and the patient is about to deteriorate further. 
I’ve heard relatives use the word slippery slope too

The patient often will become very tired indeed and will sleep most of the time. They will become weaker, go off their legs and reduce the amount they eat and drink. 
They will interact less too and nursing needs will increase.
This is the time friends and family need to understand what could happen.

Medication cannot now be safely given in oral form and pain relief ,medications to aid comfort and reduce restlessness can be given, often in large dosages by syringe driver. The syringe driver administers a set amount of medication per 24 hours and can be monitored and changed by nursing staff as and when. 
As the patient deteriorates further, they will become more unconscious and less aware of their surroundings. Sometimes delirium and terminal agitation show themselves and although very normal in their presentation, these two stages of dying can be the most distressing for relatives to watch. 
Delirium is a complex psychiatric condition linked to encephalitis, infection, and organ failure and is a condition often worse at night. The patient can before restless and confused, sometimes angry and “ bothered” they are often difficult to cope with, may fall out of bed during the early stages and are not the loved ones everyone knows.
Terminal agitation is similar  and often shows itself as a constant restlessness and anguish and both situations although “ normal” need prompt and expert treatment. 
I often tell relatives that because of organ failure and disease progression these symptoms will arise and a prompt change of medication often will dampen down the distressing symptoms. 
Keeping relatives in the loop is vital for them to be able to cope 
The objective for any palliative care nurse is for their patients to be comfortable and there are several assessments that are done at the bedside to insure that happens.
At this time the patients are usually deeply unconscious . 
Now is the time you explain how the patients breathing may change. 
Over a period of time breathing can become shallower, more rapid then become slower with gaps appearing . Again it’s important to reiterate that this is perfectly normal  and medications such as morphine may be given to lessen the effort of breathing. 
Here often the worry of secretions and the presence of the “ death rattle” can be discussed. Noisy breathing frightens most loved ones, and it’s important for the relatives to know that it’s not distressing to the patient and may be only a tiny bit of fluid that is caught and unable to be swallowed. There is medication that can help dry up secretions too as well as judicial moving of the patient which can minimise the issue.
And so your patient has let go of the landing and is actively dying. 
Each one will do it in their own time, yet most hospice nurses will read the patient and will know when death is imminent .
With the appropriate meds on board, I’ve never witnessed a death that wasn’t peaceful but having said all that there are a good but smaller proportion of people who just die peacefully in their sleep without any interventions at all

Black Dog

 

The story of redemption through the love of a dog isn’t new in Hollywood. Who hasn’t cried buckets at Lassie Come Home or The Incredible Journey?? But places like, China have a somewhat different kind of relationship with canines to be sure so this modern western set in the rundown town on the verge of the Gobi Desert, feels totally new and reinvented. 
The film starts with a sense of awe and incredulity as hundreds of dogs gallop down a valley side in front of a battered Chinese bus which overturns as the animals rush on. 
No Indians 
No covered wagons 
Just dogs and a crashed bus.
It’s an amazing scene . 
And this film by Guan Hu is full of such scenes.
It’s 2008 and China is supporting its Olympic heroes, but for the diminishing  rural/industrial population life is grim. In a nameless Town, full of empty slum apartment blocks, the feral dogs symbolise the dispossessed Chinese poor, despised by officialdom and lacking order and hope. 
Into this existence we follow one of the crashed bus passengers . Lang ( Eddie Peng)  is coming home after time in prison. Silent and morose, he finds his alcoholic father poorly and in charge of the most depressing zoo imaginable. Neighbours mourn their old life as the authorities engage Lang as one of the town’s dog catchers, a troupe of nasty characters who are not above beating to death dogs caught. 
But Lang rebels and although he faces a local butcher wanting revenge for his nephew’s supposed murder he is softened by the appearance of a strange black dog , who he befriends and eventually dotes on. 
It’s a strange, haunting film, heavy on symbolism and showing much criticism of the new Chinese way. 
I was thinking about it all the way home, a sign of a powerful movie I always think.

I had a Chinese takeaway tonight too, something I never do! 
I can never justify the cost
Tonight I said fuck it 
Dim sum, salt and pepper prawns and special fried rice
Bloody lovely