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

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.

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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.

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..

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 :)

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.

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...

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...

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.