Monthly Archives: November 2016

embracing braces


I got braces on my teeth last week. The fixed wire type, which fortunately are sort of tooth coloured, although the orthodontist wondered if I wanted coloured rubber bands….NO thank you.

Months of odd mouth movements – probably stressed related – ok, definitely stress related, pushed my front bottom and top teeth way, way out of line. To add insult to this, the jaws have been propped apart for some time and this means no chewing on anything.

It is not a nice feeling, having a mouth full of little sharp bits. Worse that I cannot even chew a ribbon of pasta….I am doing the boa thing and swallowing a lot of my food whole!

So, soup and sloppy food. Today it is all those crunchy carrots bought to snack on. They are going to be carrot, potato and cumin soup. In fact anything that can be cooked with some stock, garlic and seasonings is turning into soup. Great way to rid the fridge of old bits of veg.

Two days after the tooth event, the window cleaner and I did a dance workshop. Three hours and 15 moves later I was exhausted, mentally. So much to remember. I liked it but all the time hankered for my home, my study books and time to knuckle down. Exams are looming and these are the biggies.

I work tonight and despite it being glorious dog walking weather, they are snoring on the sofa while I sneak a break from the books to update the blog and check on the soup.

Enjoy the sunshine if you have it.





Doggy people


Dogs know doggy people from a mile off. We had a visit today from a lovely young lady who will be the new dog walker….and both beasts were beside themselves.

Walks don’t start until my next long day shift in about a week, but I am hoping that they all bond well and the dogs benefit from the break in the day and the company. It has always deeply worried me that they have to be alone for so long.

So fingers crossed. It is not cheap but worth every penny to have happy, well loved dogs.




Stormy weather has its upside


Almost mid afternoon and I am still in pjs….slob you cry, but it is completely justifiable on many levels. It is cold and wet and I worked a second night shift last night so have been dozing/sleeping/reading all morning.

I have even done some ………CROCHET…….oh the pleasure of that.

Storm Angus brought havoc to some, but not our part of the hospital. We had FOUR blue calls all night. It being my first night in resuscitation, (think 24 Hours in A&E and similar TV shows) I was prepared for chaos. Given the frenzy of the night before when all the staff were finding it demanding, it was such a surprise. One of the senior Drs said that foul weather can sway folk into thinking that their condition is actually not life threatening….which means that we get the really sick ones and not the ones that might have fancied a trip in an ambulance….Sadly there are many of those who arrive, have a barrage of tests which reveal nothing medically endangering and who complain bitterly that they are not given a bed on a ward.

I am not allowed to be critical of any patient that walks through the doors, but there is a direct correlation between those who have the least serious problems being the ones who shout and rant because they have waited for an hour, when in the bay beside them there is someone unable to breathe, in agony, fearful, confused and may be facing a life changing outcome, who may have been undergoing tests for hours and may wait longer for a bed and, who stoically bear it.

Cynical? Moi? The ones that get me are the family members….since when was it ok to have every relative in tow? They moan that there are no chairs, no coffee machines, it takes too long, they all have a view, they talk over the patient, they often reek of fags and keep popping out (along with the patient more often than not for a smoke). One mother asked me to get her some sugar for her tea while we were actually transferring her child to an observation bay. Hey lady, priorities??

I have had a man ask me to go and get him a spoon for their tea while I am emptying a reeking commode in the sluice….no boundaries at all. They are constantly asking us to go and find them a chair, frequently coming to the door of the bay and saying loudly ‘when is the doctor coming to see my …..'(insert relationship).  Sometimes I think they confuse us with waiters and waitresses.

I secretly fancy the days when no one was allowed to sit on the bed, two visitors at a time were allowed, large group parties (no joke) around the bed were unheard of. People spoke quietly to allow those who need peace to rest.

But hey, that is the nature of the beast now. We work with it.

Although, in my youth I worked with a Maitre d’ in a restaurant who told me it was our job to educate the public —- I think we nurses can do a bit of that….



Stepping stones in Surrey


stepping-stonesThe window cleaner took me to Box Hill this weekend to walk. We did a short, steep, intense walk to the Stepping Stones and back up Burford Spur, where the picnic scene in Jane Austin’s Emma was filmed.  It was a beautiful place in its autumn colours.

I loved the film Emma, but was amazed to think of the huge effort the servants would have had to make to get the tables and food up to the top. It is a mighty steep climb.


We had already done a long dog walk in earlier in the day so cake was called for…

Our earlier walk was to the local park and we had a giggle watching this fisherman reel in a wayward umbrella…big-catch

Feeling very good after all the exercise yesterday I am afraid I have totally over-indulged today – more cake and biscuits and no walking!! Yikes.

Tomorrow is another day and all that.

One more week before the A&E placement starts and it has been good to have time off the ward. My cold bug lingered and only now am getting over it.

Today a good friend put up some coat hooks for me in the Tardis like room in the hall and I now I have a downstairs ‘cloakroom’. Things have been hung up and it is all looking so much more streamlined. Very happy.