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Funky, colourful person. Mother to my 3 year old daughter, love going out and having a drink with friends and dancing to music of all sorts, living a very stressful life which is unlikely to change any time soon, doing the best i can with what i have. Im a very loyal person and am well known for chatting the hind legs off a donkey as well as being a great listener. If you need to offload your troubles then im your woman. Tell me anything it will never go any further. Im a giver and a sharer and care a lot for people and im open minded to the point if im not careful my brain will fall out of my head.... I make spelling mistakes, but im busy, forgive me.... Everything happens for a reason, we just don't always know what that reason is..

Saturday 15 October 2011

Crabbit old Woman and Nurses reply. Poem


"Crabbit Old Woman"

What do you see, what do you see?
Are you thinking, when you look at me-
A crabbit old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice,
I do wish you'd try.
Who seems not to notice the things that you do
And forever is loosing a stocking or shoe.
Who, unresisting or not; lets you do as you will
With bathing and feeding the long day is fill.
Is that what you're thinking, Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, you're looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still!
As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of 10 with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who loved one another-
A young girl of 16 with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet,
A bride soon at 20- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At 25 now I have young of my own
Who need me to build a secure happy home;
A woman of 30, my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last;
At 40, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn;
At 50 once more babies play around my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years and the love that I've known;
I'm an old woman now and nature is cruel-
Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart,
But inside this old carcass, a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells,
I remember the joy, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.
I think of the years all too few- gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last-
So open your eyes, nurse, open and see,
Not a crabbit old woman, look closer-
See Me.

A Nurse's reply

"To the 'Crabbit Old Woman"

What do we see, you ask, what do we see?
Yes, we are thinking when looking at thee! We may seem to be hard when we hurry and fuss, But there's many of you, and too few of us.
We would like far more time to sit by you and talk, To bath you and feed you and help you to walk. To hear of your lives and the things you have done; Your childhood, your husband, your daughter, your son.
But time is against us, there's too much to do -Patients too many, and nurses too few. We grieve when we see you so sad and alone, With nobody near you, no friends of your own.
We feel all your pain, and know of your fear That nobody cares now your end is so near.
But nurses are people with feelings as well, And when we're together you'll often hear tell Of the dearest old Gran in the very end bed, And the lovely old Dad, and the things that he said.
We speak with compassion and love, and feel sad When we think of your lives and the joy that you've had, When the time has arrived for you to depart, You leave us behind with an ache in our heart.
When you sleep the long sleep, no more worry or care, There are other old people, and we must be there. 
So please understand if we hurry and fuss -There are many of you, And so few of us.

Friday 7 October 2011

New placement, Sadness, Worries, Hard work, Stress, Early mornings and Long days

So on Monday I started my new 6wk placement, it is a hard place to work in, I def think this is the placement that can make or break a person...I have shed a few tears already, there are 9 patients who all have Dementia, some also have other mental health problems too, all bar 3 cannot speak and can only make noises, a few are also blind from the progressive nature of the disease.  All of them are doubly incontinent and most of them need to be washed, fed and dressed, to say it is heartbreaking working there is an understatement; I have never felt so sad in a placement, but I am working hard and am proving myself, I am not afraid to get my hands dirty (literally).

Since day one I have been helping to get the patients up and out of bed and then washing them, changing their incontinence pads and getting them dressed before taking them to the dining room for breakfast. I have a 3yr old daughter so you would think I have done all this kind of thing and still do for her so would be used to it, but there is a massive difference to caring for a 3yr old in this way, then doing the same for someone who is the same age as my grandparents.  I have been constantly feeling so terrible for them, it is like they have no dignity left, and it does not matter how kind you are when helping them, you still have to help them do the most intimate things and they do have  an idea of what’s going on because you can see the distress in their faces.

Not one of the patients is happy about being helped with these things in the mornings, they get distressed and lash out and struggle, so you have to essentially hold them with a minimum of 2/3 people just to perform these basic tasks, I hate having to do this, because they want to do it themselves but they can’t. Then there is breakfast and lunch time, feeding people is not as easy as it sounds, I totally put myself in the place of the person, I take my time and wait properly for them to finish their food before giving them more, I give a sip of drink every few mouthfuls and I talk to them whilst feeding, I also do NOT shovel it in, like I have seen some people do, how can anyone think this is ok, im sure the patients appreciate my attitude when I feed them, they know they do not need to rush with me..

Another thing is the task of changing their pads, yep I have cleaned up poo and wee, I have had to essentially clean shit out from the bottoms of people 3 times my age, I did it with as much dignity as I could muster and never showed it bothered me, some people can be rough when they take a patient to the toilet before to see if they can go before putting a new pad on them, a nurse got slapped in the face yesterday, she was a little too rough trying to help the patient turn to sit on the toilet, yet, all the while I spoke to him calmly explaining what we wanted him to do and he looked and me and even though he wouldn’t do it, he kept hold of my hand and stared at me and I think he was grateful that I let him lead me and I didn’t force him, not long  after when sitting in the lounge with the patients he took my hand again and lead me round the living room and then sat down next to me, it was so sweet, I think he may have a soft spot for me.

I mean why should anyone like to be made to go to the toilet in front of someone else and do their business and then have a nappy strapped to them? I don’t blame him for lashing out. You just have to know how to treat people and understand their reactions.

Some of the patients can’t speak, can’t see, can’t do anything for themselves, they get up in the morning with help, have breakfast, lunch and dinner with help and then they spend their day either in the lounge, garden or room and that’s it for the day, I sit with them, talk to them, play music or watch tv with them and it seems like such a lonely existence, some of them get no visitors, because people just don’t care enough, it makes me feel so sad... Working here has made me realise how badly I do not want to get old and unwell, if you knew that this was your future how would it make you feel?!

I have been getting up at 5:15am starting work at 7:30am after travelling across the city in the dark and then working till either 3:30pm or 8:30pm then travelling home and spending some time with my daughter before I have some food and study until the early hours of the morning before starting it all again, I am tired, exhausted but I still want to do it, I am skint beyond belief and am behind in my rent by 4weeks, have no decent clothes as they are all old, I have been helped by some of the greatest women I have the pleasure of knowing who have sent me parcels of clothing for my daughter and myself to help me through the hard times, some have sent me shopping and gift cards for food and it had helped, but im still struggling, I try and be positive, but I carry the world on my shoulders and more. It would be nice to get more help from the people who should, but I don’t.

People think I am strong, but I am just good at pretending.. I have it down to a fine art these days..But there are days when I cry and think why me, then I try and remember there are people much worse off than me I have my health unlike the people I am caring for, unlike the people homeless on the streets with nothing and no-one. But yet it hurts and I feel so weak, yet I carry on. I long for the day when I am at the top of my game and not the bottom. Yes I go out and have a drink and let my hair down when my money arrives each month, if I didn’t I think I would end up having a breakdown as there is only so much a person can deal with day to day.

I think by the end of this placement it will help me to be a stronger person and I will come out the other end with experience and more compassion for other human beings that I ever think possible. But for now I will plod along doing what I am doing...

Sunday 25 September 2011

Study time... ARGH!


Yep, that's right, it is only 2 more sleeps and then i have to go into uni for my induction day to start my 2nd year and the beginning of my mental health branch programme which is for the last 2yrs until i qualify.. The time has literally flown by.


Due to various things happening to me during the summer holidays i have not done as much reading as i would have liked.. I am really annoyed with myself, but most of it could not be helped, having a 3yr old child about makes it a no-go for trying to study, same with having a best mate in hospital (see earlier blog post *My friend Hind*) and then there is the worry of trying to survive on no money and have a life..So i am now trying to get in as much reading as i can, also continuing to try and get my maths learnt as much as possible, got to learn those drug calculations so i don't fail the exam we will have later next year.

I find the stuff i am reading about so interesting, but some of it is so confusing and detailed the last few days I have been reading about neurobiology and psycopharmacology, it is fascinating, but bloody hard to get your head round it. Then there is the placement i am starting in a week’s time, which will be in a ward based environment and it is to do with the early onset of dementia, I am trying to read up as much as I can about that and the sort of things I will be doing whilst I am working there.. So much to do and so little time to do it all in. I foresee a lot of late nights ahead.

This week I need to make it count and that means putting some serious study time in, no messing.. 


Tuesday 13 September 2011

2nd Year of uni is lurking round the corner....

I have just dropped my daughter at her pre-school and am home already, while my little 3yr old plays all day i need to start getting focused on the fact that i am about to start my 2nd yr of uni and also 1st year of my mental health branch programme. It is a scary thought, but i am looking forward to it immensely.  I am going to be in a different class to all my pals that i was with for the 1st yr due to them all doing either child or adult nursing, so need to find me some new pals for the duration of this course, most of them know each other, i was just unlucky when they were putting everyone into classes on that very 1st induction day and somehow ended up being the only MH student in my class. 


I start back on the 3rd October and i am going straight into placement this time for 6 weeks, unlike last year where we had some theory first; my placement is on an early onset of dementia ward i am really looking forward to this and rang them up a week ago, way too early even the manager was surprised, but i thought no harm in getting some info. The hours are 7:30am till 3:30pm or 12:30pm till 8:30pm.  That's not so bad, although its going to be a bugger getting there that early from where i live, basically a bus the a tube train and then a bus. But i tend to use the bus time to read my nursing books so i guess not so bad. I will miss my sleep though, never been an early to bed kind of gal...


The manager seemed nice but said there was only 9 patients left on the ward as yet again like my very 1st placement which was also mental health it was closing in January due to the cuts.. I can't believe this, so many vital services are being cut, will i even have a job at the end of all this, assuming i get through the next 2 yrs! So there is every possibility that when i go to start there wont be enough patients to get enough of a valuable learning experience to pass the placement or they may even give me a different, the worst thing is if they keep me there and there are students from other years there too, we will essentially be fighting to all get what we need out of it with limited learning options. I wanted a dementia placement and now i can foresee it becoming one i might end up hating but for all the wrong reasons. 


Anyway, so i have wasted a lot of the time i have had off, i mean what student wouldn't, now time is creeping up on me and i regret i wasted quite so much of it, but to be fair i have had a crazy 3yr old around me most of the time and then had to go through quite a stressful breakup and things are still rather stressful now, but then when are they not in my life...
So anyway i have a ton of books here all related to mental health nursing and i am reading one at the moment called 'Fundamentals of Mental Health Nursing' it is brilliant, the only type of book like this out there, can't believe i have had it sitting on my shelf for a couple of months after getting it out of the student library and i have only just started looking at it. 





So i am working my through this book slowly but surely and have got lots of maths stuff i have printed to try and get myself up to speed, give me the stress of writing a 3000 word essay any day over the stress of trying to learn maths, wish i had concentrated more in school, if only i could turn back the time, although i def wouldn't want the spotty skin or the having to share a bedroom with my sister again, but the maths lessons, yes, i would happily redo them. Sigh.


This year i have 3 different placements, as i said the 1st being in a dementia war, the 2nd is also for 6wks and that one is in a rehab place, and i have a 3rd placement for 8wks but i do not have information for this one yet, nervous on where it will be, am praying it is within relatively easy travelling distance first and then i have a nice mentor second, these 2 things can really ruin an experience of working somewhere. So fingers crossed. It does not feel like we have much theory either this year or that might be as we have its all bunched up together instead of spread out over the year.
Also im sure the teachers i will have this year will be different to last yr, hopefully they will be equally as nice, i think our group struck lucky on who we got last year so lets hope my luck follows through and i get some nice ones, as from my fellow student friends in other classes i have heard some truly horrific stuff...This scares me slightly..




Right i spose that was enough of an update for now on the work front. Time to crack on. 

Monday 12 September 2011

My Friend Hind

It is funny how when you are growing up you never think that anything can happen to you, you believe that you are invincible, until such a day arrives when things go wrong, you become unwell and then the life you lived where you were plodding along and getting on with it suddenly changes.

For you see this is where my friend Hind comes into the story, my friend Hind is the sort of person who even when the world is crashing down around her feet she will laugh and have a smile on her face, she has an ability to see the good in people even when others can't and she will give you her last penny or food from her fridge if you do not have any, to her detriment. She has always been like this.

I first met Hind when we were 13 years old and I had moved to London to start secondary school, I grew up in Bracknell in Berkshire and moved to London when I was 12, I started school from the second yr (not sure what yr this would be now as they changed the year systems after i left secondary school but i was 13yrs old) when i moved here and even though she was in a different class to me we became firm friends. I don't ever remember the exact circumstance of our meeting or even the process of becoming friends but it happened all the same, throughout our school life i stayed at her house sometimes 4 nights in a week, we used to do some crazy stuff and we would sit up all night long giving each other foot massages and telling stories and getting up to all sorts. Her mum liked me a lot too and i was always welcome in her home, you could say i was an extension to her family.

Hind had a life though that from the very start was not the easiest, moving here to live with her mother from Morocco and coming to live in a country when she did not speak very good English at all was hard enough, but the life she had while living with her other family back home in Morocco, all the while her mother had moved here already to make a life for herself before she then sent for her daughter to follow was quite appalling. But in the face of adversity she was able to at such a young age have that smile on her face and get on with it. Hind then moved to London from Casablanca and was living in Bayswater when I became friends with her. I remember her being such a small thing, with crazy hair and big brown eyes and a personality and confidence that i envied, she was never scared to say what she thought to people and teased the boys with her cheeky ways.

When i stayed at her house we used to walk up to Whiteleys in Queensway and go up to the 3rd floor and in the stair well there was these big windows, we used to open them and just sit there watching the world go by and chat about things, i am surprised we never got caught by the security either, but there was no shops on the 3rd floor and the stairwell was always really quiet. One time me and Hind sat there and we tried to write the story of her life, me with pen and paper and her telling me everything she had gone through up to when she moved over here, I couldn't believe how she was able to be such a positive little thing and yet have dealt with so much in her already short life. As time went on we left school and her mother went away for a year she asked me to live with her so she was not on her own; I was working part time in McDonald's after deciding to leave 6th form in the middle of doing my art A-levels as i was not the most structured person back then and just could not focus on my studies and so there we were living together at her house, I got her a job as a floor manager with me and she loved working, she put her heart and soul into the job and got on with everyone and was well liked, to be honest i have not met many people who didn't like her from day one.

Months later i moved back home and Hind's life moved in another direction, we went about doing our own things and because this was a time before mobile phones we lost touch altogether, I moved many times after leaving home at the age of 18 and Hind also moved away to South London, then after quite a few years i was going to this training college i was sent to by the job centre and while i was there i bumped into her mum also there doing the same thing as me, i couldn't believe it, i asked her where Hind was and how i could get hold of her, she said she would take me to where she lived. A few weeks later we went to where Hind was living and she was not there, but her friend Nicola who live beneath her told us how she was at Glastonbury and would not be back for a few days. So i waited and then made the journey again to see her; it was that same old cheeky happy face that greeted me at the door. It was like there had never been that gap of years of where we had lost touch.

We spent hours chatting away and rekindled our friendship, i stayed with her many times and we went out clubbing and raving and getting up to our old crazy ways; it was so much fun, especially the time when we went to Leicester Square to a club there and as we were getting ready she gave me a valium she said it would give us energy etc, next thing you know we are a bit drunk in the club, she is dancing away and i fall asleep on one of the couches and that's where i stayed until we left at about 4am. Well that taught me to not take something without knowing what it does, i must have looked like a right berk snoring me head off in the middle of a club with the bass so loud the speakers were shaking. Times were hard, we were both skint most of the time, but you don't need money to enjoy being in someone's company, not long after she came to mine for a crazy night of debauchery, we had a silly falling out, more on my part than hers and then due to it still being before the time of email and when mobiles had only been around a very short time, she lost her phone and i got a new number, we both moved house and completely lost touch again.

10 years down the line and back to the present day i finally found her on Facebook, i couldn't believe it, sent her a message and then i when i got a reply i was so happy, i went to see her in South London and we talked for hours, she told me all the places she had worked, like the Millennium Dome, the London Eye, I-Max cinema, William Hill to name a few, she always loved working and was never afraid to put in the effort so she would have a wage at the end of the month, i always loved this about her, for Hind has always been a worker, never shy of putting in a bit of hard graft, so when she told me about some of the other things she had gone through and why she was not working any more, i sat there with my mouth open catching flies. She told me how since i had last seen her some of the things she had been through and is still going through, i couldn't believe my ears, she had been unwell, suffered from alopecia and lost huge chunks of her beautiful curly crazy hair, which was mostly grown back, she had suffered and still does a bit from depression party due to some of the things that were going on in her life (which i wont go into) and used to cope by drinking heavily and smoking like a chimney.

Her body just was not coping with this barrage of abuse and then she started to get really sick, now for an already slim girl to becoming almost a size zero, not through choice either, both of her kidneys started to fail and she became very sick, the doctors couldn't find out why this happened, even after so many tests, they said in the end that it seemed like because Hind seemed to give up on her body and her life, her body was giving up on her. Imagine that after coping with what was already such an unfair life to living in another country, to moving out from home to escape and live in a strange part of the city to then having more stress and anguish to deal with to the getting sick, well it's enough to make anyone want to give in; but she didn't, she was put on dialysis 3 times a week for 4 hours at a time, but the denial and the feeling on not caring enough about herself she didn't turn up most of the time choosing to get drunk and carry on living a life that her body couldn't not take any more anything to cope with this shit that life unfairly dealt her.

Many times the hospital would have to phone the police to go to her house and check she was ok and get them to bring her to the hospital for her dialysis when she would not turn up for a whole week, i think Hind just felt like what's the point, for things were not going well, she had fallen out with her mother and 2 of her closest friends myself and Nicola she had lost touch with. Sometimes she was so unwell from the kidney failure that she could not even crawl across the floor to the toilet in which to be sick, unable to hardly eat meant that her strength levels were always low. When i came back into her life around the same time as Nicola her other close friend she suddenly felt like things were looking up, she had a lovely new boyfriend called Jamie who treated her really well and started to go to the hospital for her dialysis when she was supposed to; she told me that she felt happier that things were looking up and she felt things were worth fighting for.

I went to see her regularly and she also came to me too and we were back enjoying each other's company like the old days, only with less of the crazy stuff; the one day i was in sainsburys with my daughter and i got a call from her boyfriend Jamie saying Hind had been rushed into hospital after suffering from a fit on the Monday, i had only seen her the day before when i took my daughter down to see her for the day, Jamie said that she suddenly said to him that she couldn't see and the next thing she was convulsing, he phoned an ambulance and they took her to hospital where she then suffered more fits and then her heart stopped, they has to perform CPR on her to bring her back to life and that now she was in intensive care on life support. I came off the phone and suddenly started shaking and as i walked back through the isle with my daughter in the trolley i was sobbing, i said to my girl that we had to go home, i needed to go and see my friend and make sure she was ok. I don't even know how i managed to drive that short distance home without crashing as i couldn't see through the tears.

I went to the hospital that night and met Jamie, i held her hand and kissed her face and told her i loved her so much and to please be ok. I went to the hospital every day and sat there taking turns with other friends who visited and waited for her to get better, i knew how much she would hate being in hospital when she did wake, as i had come to sit with her a few times when i could while she had her dialysis, and she always said it felt like she was surrounded by death. they kept her sedated and attached to tubes galore while they monitored a swelling  due to fluid on the brain, i was so worried she might never wake or wake and not be the same, but a week later i walked into the ward and happened to be the first friend on scene and she was awake with the breathing tube removed, she was delirious and drowsy from the medication, but she recognised me and i cried my eyes out and hugged her tight; she was unable to speak properly from having a tube down her throat for so long and was hallucinating and coming out with all manner of waffle. I was just so happy she was awake and alive.

Finally she was released from hospital and allowed to come home with the promise she would be properly looked after and is now sort of back to her old self, she is on so much medication to keep her well and its heartbreaking to see her go through so much, her memory was a little hazy and she forgot i had 3 cats and various other minor things. But you know what even after all this, even though she is still suffering from kidney failure and is not even on a list yet for a transplant, even after feeling the effects of depression, she is still my same old Hind underneath, still able to give give give and put a smile on her face, to know that the road ahead is a long one and continue living and getting on with it like she always had done. I don't know many people who can go through so much in such a short lifespan and still have a pretty good mental attitude.

She is an inspiration to me and whenever i feel like life is taking the piss and giving me a hard time, i look at her and think well i just need to get on with it.

I want to thank her for being in my life and knowing that even though she is not able to do many things right now, that she will always be there for me and that means the world. She is a true friend and our friendship is already 20 years strong and i know that we still have another 20yrs to come as there is no way she is going to let a little thing like kidney failure beat her, that would just be too dam easy.

Hind. What an amazing person you are. I love you with all my heart.



Hind as a young girl, going through so much but with that big smile on her face.


Hind 10yrs ago before alopecia and kidney failure with her crazy curly hair, still smiling...


Hind Having dialysis 2011 and still smiling. That's my girl

Thursday 8 September 2011

Reflecting....

Its been a fair while since i posted anything at all.. It's hard being motivated when you have a million and one things you should be doing, but doing none of them, being lazy is also quite hard work. I finished year one of uni and have been blissfully doing not much for about 11 weeks; great i hear you say, but with the menace of my 3yr old child about it has not been the peaceful break i would have envisaged.

I have to say i manage to live a fairly good student lifestyle for someone who is an older student and mother to one, the stress of being a mother alone is enough to make anyone have a drink, but couple that with a child who's energy holds no bounds and it's game on, soon as i get the chance when not with said child out comes the secret stash of alcohol and off i go to my *happy place* luckily i have a few close mates who are living an equally stressful life and so are always willing to partake in the odd beverage tasting..(or utter debauchery) But hey, if it don't kill you and all that malarkey?!

I have constant inner battles with myself on how i want my life to be, I'm either swimming in money or i am living hand to mouth, i never seem to have that fine balance that some people have down to a fine art..Why i cannot just be sensible i just don't know, but i get through life sometimes just by holding onto the seat of my pants. To be honest it can make it rather fun, or downright hair raising, either way i can't see it changing any time soon.

Before this nursey training i worked for 10yrs in a very well known London hospital, utterly miserable with my life hugely in debt and with no idea of how or what i wanted to do with my life..Was with a guy for a looong time and decided after spending my entire life saying i never ever wanted to have kids, suddenly thinking ah im 29 shit i need to have a child,. I had spent since the age of 18 going raving and to be honest living a lifestyle many would not be able to even comprehend, you name it i did it, starting on Friday night and not coming home till Sunday; even then it was under duress.

So anyway, i set out to get pregnant, took 2 months of 'hard work' and bob's you uncle and fanny's your aunty and next thing im up the duff... Next thing im being told at the 2nd scan, oh Miss you are having twins!!!!!!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!! Well after picking my jaw off the floor and then having to tell said boyfriend outside that we was indeed not expecting one, but two... Then phoning parents in Australia and also telling them, well i spent the next few weeks thinking about how i was going to get through shop doorways etc with a double buggy...

3 months into pregnancy i suffered a really terrible miscarriage, i delivered on the toilet and bled so much i was blue lighted to hospital where i had to endure the most heartbreaking examinations.. Not an easy thing to deal with when its just a 'normal' check up; took a long time to get over that (if you ever really do 'get' over it) but you do move on. A year and a half later i am giving birth to this little rugrat i have in my life, and what a happy, annoying, naughty, cute thing she is (i can't say i have not threatened to put her back where she came from many times) but i love her squillions.

When i had her i stopped paying my debt over £30,000 of it, realised i was never going to be able to pay it back with the shit money i got from my job, decided to go back to work part time, anything so i didn't have to work a full week, not long after that i passed my driving test, first time i may add, and then was encouraged to go to college and do an access to nursing course, since i am now in the 30-35 age bracket it was a long time since i had been in formal education and i realised if i was going to even consider going to do anything with my life it had to start with going back to the basics and getting a diploma in higher education as my GCSE's of a life time ago were crap to be honest.

What spurred me on was the thought of how a nurse can make a difference in someone's life without even knowing it, when they are at their most vulnerable, and i wanted to be part of that special group of people who are able to make a difference. You see when i suffered my miscarriage there was a point when i was hysterical in an A&E side room with 3 nurses, i was unable to get my head round being examined by a male nurse down below whilst in this state of not only mental distress but physically in a state and drenched in blood. This other nurse came to my head side and held my hand explained why it was so important they do the unthinkable and go'down there' and said she would do it for me and that everything would be ok, she put her arms round me and for a moment the world stood still, she then did what she had to do while i covered my face with a pillow and cried with that strangled sound that you think only an animal could produce, all the while she spoke to me and was so kind.

For me, this was a defining moment in my life, for if it was not for this tiny interaction i am sure i would have lost my marbles, as at that time, i was crumbling and fast.. I thought to myself when i started college that if i could be like her and make just a tiny difference then to the person on the receiving end it could mean the world and more, and that for me is enough. I enrolled on my course and a year later with many distinctions and merits and also a fair few passes too i came out the other end with my diploma and also an offer of a place at 3 different universities. I will never forget that nurse, for sure she kept me from going under and i felt she really cared for me, and i was not just another patient who comes through the door one minute and leaves 4 hours later.

Now starting my 2nd year at uni i hope to continue the hard work i have put in during the 1st year, i surprised myself by getting a glowing report from every mentor i had on each placement and also really good grades all through my exams and assignments, my highest being a 3 which is the equivalent of a 2:1 grade for a 3000 word essay, the one of which i fretted and almost had a breakdown writing and was sure i would get a terrible grade. I managed to achieve this by pure determination, doing most of my work in the evenings and late into the early hours. I proved to myself i can do this if i put my mind to it (something my old high school teachers always said about me) and i want to do it more than anything.

This blog entry started without me even knowing what i was going to write or where it would end up, but i am quite proud of it, to be honest its been a little like therapy for me as well.. Even if it is never read by anyone other than myself, that's ok in retrospect i think i wrote it more for looking back on in the future and reminding myself when things get tough why i am doing what i am doing...

Life sure does have it's ups and downs its how you deal with them that counts.

Wednesday 10 August 2011

Thursday 2 June 2011

Before you know it, its almost over...

So yes i know, its been a while, but no more stressful uni work to be completed, well one thing but i feel ok about that which is a 7 minute presentation in front of the class about a patient and their care plan while they are suffering from schizophrenia, as long as i put my points on paper i think i will be ok.

Just over a week ago i finished 4 weeks placement in a learning difficulties scheme, it was great, the people were lovely, i learnt more than i thought about how people cope with such problems in their life, and a few people taught me things that will stay with me and change my views on things i previously had. They gave me a basil plant when i left that they had grown from a seed with a hand made pot that some of the students helped with, it was so sweet, here is a pic of said plant.




Got my nutrition skill signed off in my PLD book that i have to fill in and also managed to complete my 3000 word essay with out pulling my hair out, well i say that, but i am sure there are a few bald patches somewhere!

Now i have got one more placement to go this year, 2 weeks in a nursery for my child placement, i have no idea how working in a nursery contributes to nursing, it is all very strange, all my other uni friends who have done their nursery placement have said it was so pointless. We are not allowed to actually do any nursing so not sure what i am expected to do, but id rather stay at home and play with my child who i have had to see less due to various uni work and placement commitments.

I literally have hardly any of this year left, it really has gone so fast, i can't believe it, everybody says it does but till you are where i am now you just don't notice.

Saturday 14 May 2011

Catch up...Sorry been rather busy..(and a little lazy)

Thought i had better give an update as i have been so busy i just have not had the time, good news on the clinical skills exams front, got a 4 for both my exams, worked like a nutter revising till all hours...no more exams for me this year!!! Just finished writing a 2000 word essay, Friday was d-day and i managed to get it in on time, not sure how good it is but i did my best, well saying that it was not quite my best but pretty good, to be honest i have realised i am a last miniute dot come kind of girl, i just sit there procrastinating day afetr day knowing full well that my essay is sitting there and i should be doing it, but i find that when i am at home i just cant make myself do it.

My 2yr old daughter is the master of distraction and cannot be left to just amuse herself so i am constantly engtertaining her, its so hard and i get no help from the people who should so its all down to me, at the moment i have one last 3000 word essay due in in just over a week, i have to find about 15 references for it and i have only done about 500 words and 5 references.
But i just cant seem to motivate myself and i dont know why, i can sit for hours doing everything but what i should be. If something else can be done instead then it generally gets done first. No one can say i am not devoted but its like i am deleberatly going out of my way to make stuff hard for myself...

Anyway at the moment i am on a learning difficulties placement in Highgate and i have one week left out of the original four, it is great, not much actual nursing going on but the learners are fab, i have built up some fab theraputic relationships with some of them and will miss them greatly when i leave. I am a serial cryer so i can rest assured that i will shed a few tears, although ill try and save it till i am walking to the station so as not to cry and look like a plonker in front of them all. It can be crap being a pisces sometimes as im an emotional soul at heart and tend to wear my heart on my sleeve quite a bit, i could say that people fairly misjudge me alot of the time, as i am not always the brash confident cocky person that i put across...haha...

I cant believe that i have almost finished the first year of uni, it has gone soo fast, people said it would and i didnt believe them, but soon all being well i will be going on to my branch programme and learning about mental health and not just general nursing and i hope that i make some MH nurse pals or the following 2 yrs will be lonely ones for sure. Def going to miss a few girls from my class especially one of my best buds Emily who i also went to college with and socialise with all the time.

I shall try and update again soon, with all the best intentions life does get in the way...I shall try and be more disciplined..

Sunday 13 March 2011

Clinical skills exam result

Got my result today from my 1st clinical skills nursing assessment exam. i got a 4, i am soooo happy!!!! Makes all them hours of stressful revision worth it :)

Tuesday 1 March 2011

Cannulas and Competence

Today my mentor showed me how to remove a cannula and then when 2 patients had finished their infusions i got to remove them by myself with her watching, i did it without no problems, and the ladies who i took them off was really happy with me. I felt great and trusted :)

I have started to feel much more competent on my 2nd day of this placement, am doing lots of things without being asked and building up good relationships with my bay of patients, This placement is going really well so far and i am loving (even with my feet and legs hurting so much from all the standing etc) working on this adult placement, and so far i feel i am getting more ot of this placement than i did with my 1st branch placement which was mental health. But hey its only my 2nd one so who knows what the next placement will bring...

Its late tomorrow will be my 3rd long day in a row, i am shattered and i still have some of my practice learning document to do.

Monday 28 February 2011

I need new feet...

OK, so i never thought my feet would ache soo much, just finished my 1st day at my new placement and i didn't do much sitting down at all... People seem quite nice and so far i am enjoying it, hopefully things will go smoothly this week.

Going to probably be doing Nutrition, Injection technique and infection control 1 in this placement all being well. Tomorrow i am going to take my black trainers with me so i can at least rotate my footwear, or i think i will have to cut them off as i can hardly feel them anyway!!

Its much faster paced than my last placement in the mental health ward and i have being doing loads of obs, bed making, paperwork, watching infusions etc..

So now to rest as i am back there again at 7:30am in the morning....eeeesh...

Sunday 27 February 2011

Clinical skills exams and New placement

Well, Tomorrow i start my new placement. its a Planned Treatment and Investigation unit, I am nervous and excited. it is only for 4 weeks and i have to work out which 3 skills i am going to do on it, fingers crossed i can get them al done and i have a nice mentor.

I think my last placement i was very lucky to have every thing go so smoothly and work with nice people etc. So fingers crossed this one is equally as nice or i am in for a shock.

When i went back to uni after my previous placement it was a little weird, i was happy to see everyone and get back into the swing of uni again, we had out clinical skills exams coming up and it was all revise revise revise, and as i have never revised for anything in my life it was so hard and i spent at least 6 hrs a day sometimes reading and stuff to get me up to scratch.

I had 2 separate exams one last week and the other the week before, the first was a scenario on congestive heart failure and we as a group (there were 3 of us in our group) had to perform a skill related to this scenario and then answer lots of questions from the examiners my skill was to perform drug administration, i did quite well,performed my skill only made 1 mistake as far as i know and answered all but one question correct, the second exam was on asthma, my skill for that was to take the temperature, i also performed that great, i didnt feel nervous for either exam apart from minor butterflies briefly. I also only got 1/2 questions wrong. So i feel pretty confident i got a fairly good mark, although until i get them you never know. fingers crossed!!!

So now i am back on placement and i have my uniform all ironed and i start at 7:45am and i finish at 8:15pm,i wont get to see my little girl at all tomorrow so i will have to sneak into her room when i get home and kiss her beautiful face. Lets hope my feet are not killing me too much when i finish.

Will let you know how the placement goes on my first day off.

PS its my 33rd birthday today, just thought i would share that...

Wish me luck...

Saturday 15 January 2011

Work, Work, Work and more Uni WORK!!!

So my 1st placement is now officially over,back to uni on Monday and I have 2 things that I have to have completed by the following Monday, the 1st is my career mapping essay, 800 words, I really thought I would have done it by now by I was so busy on placement getting my skills and domains for that completed that I just didn't have the time. So now and trying to get it sorted, plus the 2nd things I have to get done which is due on the same day is the research for the 20 minute presentation that we have to do in groups of 4. I have hardly done any work on that either, but I am thanking the fact that they are both formative and so not marked, I will still put the effort in but wont worry as much as if they were summative.

So this weekend will be all about staying in and doing uni work to get a bit more up to date, I have shipped my daughter off to her grandparents for the night so I wont get distracted and the other half is in the bedroom watching sport so I prob wont even see him at all today.

I shall forget about a social life for the time being.

Monday 10 January 2011

Details for 2nd placement

Well i have just found out where i will be going on my 2nd placement at the beginning of February


Here is the details:

Planned Investigation and Treatment Unit (PITU)
PITU is a 20 bedded medical ward with 5 infusion chairs. Development of this facility supported by the dedicated staff that run it, represents a major achievement in delivering high quality care for scleroderma cases at the Royal Free. This unit supports a large number of medical specialities such as Rheumatology, Cardiology and others. All our patient bookings are managed by 2 ward administrators who are responsible for all our bed bookings. Patients are able to contact them Monday-Friday 0900- 1700hrs with regard to their booking and treatments and are able to speak to nursing staff and the Rheumatology team if required. The ward is open Monday- Thursday 24hrs and then closed on a Friday at 2000hrs. Patients come in from home and the majority are independent and self caring. Length of stay will vary according to why they are admitted and it can be from a few hours to 5 continuous.

We arrange investigations, infusions or procedures of which will all be assessed by our Rheumatology team. We are closely connected to the Clinical Nurses Specialists in order to maintain a high level of knowledge and education through their teaching and training on the ward.

Approximately 8-10 scleroderma patients a week come to us for routine iloprost infusions and whilst an inpatient we routinely have cardiac echos, lung function, bloods and renal function assessed. Some patients can go home after a 6 hour infusion; some stay in hospital for the whole duration. All nursing staff on the ward are experienced nurses in Rheumatology specialist diseases and are competent in giving and managing iloprost infusions.

Friday 7 January 2011

So busy, it's been so long

Well, I have been so busy i just have not had the time to do another post for ages. Working 5 days a week whilst trying to be a mother and have a social life and do all my uni work and learn about stuff to do with my placement and get the domains and skills completed in my practice document that have to be done on placement is HARD WORK. I am a busy beaver.

This placement has been great, there have been a fair few things that have happened that i wont forget and stuff that has happened that I will learn from, there have been incidents happening and at times when the alarm had been needed to be pulled, I have had my own set of patients daily that I have to look after and write notes on. I have made beds, served food, tidied up, given medication, learnt about different mental health disorders, learnt about how medications can affect people and how illegal drugs can really affect some people causing their disorder to become so much worse. There have been many highs and lows. I have had a problem with a staff member who was crossing the lines of personal space and boundaries with me and where I had to deal with it, not nice and has taught me a valuable lesson of what to do when these type of situations arise in the future.

I finish my placement here next Friday and then am back at uni, I am already going to sign on with the nurse bank to get a little work to earn some extra money as Christmas has taken every penny and I need to pay bills. But I will take away a huge amount of important knowledge and am now looking forward to what my next mental health placement is going to be.

I will try and update my blog more regularly, sorry about the long wait.