I posted a link to this video the other night, but here is the video
It’s a pure delight and lightens the mood wonderfully
Affable Despot Jason said today it reminded him of my field when his girls were little .
I loved that
Hey ho
Well, what a palava,
As a spinal Nurse I know my neurology, so I knew I had a deficit in my right arm. I had trouble raising it against resistance. After a talk to fellow ex nurse and calming influence Nigel, I went to A&E.
I’ve never been a patient in casualty before.
I hope I’m never there again.
As soon as I arrived a confused elderly lady in a hospital gown, net knickers and a plaster cast tried and succeeded to get out of her hospital wheelchair. She was alone and unsupervised, and would have fallen if I hadn’t intervened. I got her sat down and went to find a nurse.
The nurse said nothing but did move her into the emergency room proper.
I sat down, next to two patients and their families. One was a 93 year old lady who had been in the department 24 hours. Another was a confused elderly man with his harassed wife. They had been in the department since 7 pm the day before.
This was 1 pm
I settled down with a game on my phone.
The confused man kept trying to poke a lady in front with his walking stick, so I engaged him in conversation, he told me he used to breed Bull mastiffs and this introduction cemented us together for the next nine hours where I helped supervise him, toilet him and allowed his wife to stand outside to stop herself from screaming.
I have seldom seen so many vulnerable people in one place before and it was an eye opener
The system is on its knees.
The staff were efficient , my doctor quite lovely, and very apologetic when I challenged the fact my consultation wasn’t confidential as another patient had been sat in the room, but the department looked and felt like a war zone rather than a semi rural Welsh district hospital.
I was called in for head CT whilst my band of brothers in the waiting room held crossed fingers up and waved. They were both waiting for a medical bed when I left the department at nine pm.
My CT was clear, and my bloods were taken.
The doctor still had no idea what the cause of my weakness was so wanted to admit me. I looked at the support worker, who looked tired but valiant at reception, and said what are the chances of a bed on a Saturday night?
She nodded sadly
So I took my leave, nothing realistically would be done I knew that, not over the weekend, so I will refer myself back via my GP on Wednesday. At least the scan is done and It’s unlikely I’ve had a stroke?
The low point of all this?
Apart from seeing a wonderful system stretched to breaking point ?
It was when the cheerful ward clerk popped over to me and amid the carnage of waiting patients asked “I forgot to check is Dr Burton still your next of kin?”
Hey ho
ER
I will blog about this tomorrow,
I’ve spent 10 hours in A&E with a right sided neuro deficit
What a first adventure for me
And one I don’t want to repeat
Violas
I planted up violas on the kitchen wall at teatime yesterday watched by Roger who finds everything I do fascinating .
I love standing by the lane because in good weather it’s a place for people to promenade
Villagers ambling past to say hello.
I’m a sucker for occasional company
Animal Helper Pat, well into her 80s can out walk me anyday
Islwyn with a complaint about my recycling ( don’t ask)
Great Dane Hudson looking every inch an old fellow with his mistress
Mrs Trellis , loving the spring weather
Polish Monika and her delightful French Bulldog who made a point of stucking his nose up Mary’s arse!
And Glyn and his sing song Welsh accent praising the weather, before he sees to the sheep field.
Many and varied
I’m working nights until Monday
Church
The Church as seen from my garden today
I’m not religious.
I’m agnostic I suppose but I’m a humanist by nature who believes for the most part that there is good in most of us.
I envy the certain nature of someone who has a strong faith
It lends a particular inner peace that at times seems very simple and very serene
Perhaps things seem more black and white to them
Less ambivalent
I miss sitting in our little stone built church
It’s locked and empty now.
Only a few years ago I used to clean it.
I Polished the pews until they smelled of lemons and shone in the light filtering from the south facing windows
And I hoovered the red carpet until the plug was pulled from the wall.
After that I would sit
And think and drift off from thinking into a meditative fugue
I miss that
I miss the silence, the true silence forced by two foot walls and windows of lead.
No faint buzz of traffic
No chirps of sparrows
Just silence.
Grateful
A day at the kitchen table.
Sorting out the record of my counselling experience
Times,session numbers, progress made.
Lines and lines of facts and figures
Watched by my own 9 Gormley figures and Roger of course
I was reminded of a client who once showed me her gratitude diary
It was homework given to her by the mental health team
And it was empty
She had nothing to fill the pages with
I wrote my own in my head today as I listed my clients and their histories
Old people eating Ice Cream,
No one in the cinema in an afternoon,
A thunder storm,
Tiramisu,
A blood sugar of 5.9
Praise,
My best Walking Dead T shirt that now fits!
Bun cuddles,
Fresh flowers on the lane window ledge ,
My first A grade at University,
Friends,
Walking into La Sagrada Familia for the first time,and crying
Scented candles
Roger being dim Roger,
Realising I am content,and more self aware than ever I was
A flirt with an attractive man ,
Thinking an attractive man is flirting even when he isn’t ! !!!!
Lemon curd
A cracking movie, standing in an ovation in the theatre,
Miso soup,
The Lisping Spanish Choir.
A hot shower,
The people in my village,
The Storyhouse cinema,
Being respected.
My family time
A memory of a scotch egg
I’m also grateful for little films like this one
If you have a minute watch it
It’s delightful
Post Presentation Ice Cream
Ive given two presentations today and due to the nervous energy in the air Iso need a break. so im in Parisellas cafe on the beach and like one crazy mad bitch im having a scoop of ice cream
fuck diabetes for 4 minutes.
Balloons In The Kitchen
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