Z said that after last weeks TWIM he could not face it any more, only five comments saying thanks. He was gutted. Mental, he said, you do another TWIM and show the ungrateful swine how bad it could be without me. So saying he went off to study with his Guru. So here it is another TWIM.
Aethelread the Unread shares his family’s technique for giving bad news in Meanwhile, in real life. Something akin to trying to hide a pill inside a bowl of tuna for your cat.
My family (specifically my brother and sister) took it upon themselves not to tell me about her death, or her funeral, until after the event, and then to present it to me in the midst of lots of (as they supposed…) good news.
Apparently part of the good news was distracting Aethelread with thoughts of Christmas Future.
Fighting Monsters continues to deal with conflicts between a large financially driven system and providing the best quality of life for people.
But the result is the same – people who have strong local attachments, families and spouses are having to be placed outside the local areas.
It’s a subject matter that I have personally brought up again and again – going directly to commissioners when necessary but there is no aspect of my work where I feel ‘less heard’. Of course, placements can’t spring up overnight although some people imagine they can – and the brutal truth is that a placement usually only becomes available when someone dies.
It is nice to know that in 2012 the elderly will no longer have to suffer worse care than the under 65s …
Marine Snow is dealing with her own conflict in Infiltration.
For what it’s worth, I think I should let you know, I am getting help. That’s a dangerous word to use, it insinuates that I want help, that I am taking help from someone and being needy. That I am a burden on another. It insinuates that I do not want this beautiful decline into not caring, and not feeling. But it doesn’t make it any less true. I’m afraid of it this time. I was never afraid when I received help before, and I suspect it was because as soon as I had ticked the box
I stopped listening to anything that I did not want to comply with, or admit. I shut down, and I shut down hard.
Militant Medical Nurse, breaking with tradition, decides not to complain about 1 nurse to 80 million patients rationand discusses instead the ongoing war between the dead and the living in Paranormal Ward.
I was a brand new graduate nurse on a cardiac unit once. Didn’t know my arse from a hole in the ground nor did I believe in anything stupid like ghosts and supernatural happenings. The older nurses who precepted me set me straight and made me a half decent nurse. They also nearly made me goddamn believer in the paranormal.
Emphasis added for dramatic effect.
My Medicated Cartoon life continues with spooky theme with What I’m dressing up as for Halloween
Hang on, somewhere in here, Bittoriad lost his way. He was supposed to kick ass. Gah, even huge devil wings and an angry look can’t alter my destiny – towards the television with a beer.
Well, I’ll kick ass next year.
Anyway I can hear kids outside requesting that I go and throw a bucket of water over them and their cheap costumes …
52 * 2 = 104: Does this mean that TWIM is 2 years old?
Sort of:
http://www.mentalnurse.org/200.....talists-1/
Give or take a little.
NOOOOO
Z come back, I’m sorry I was ungrateful, I’ll never take you for granted again!
Thanks Mental
Nearly a believer. I said nearly. Thanks for the plug though, even if you are implying that I’ve gone batshit. Tell Z to come back!
That first group of nurses I ever worked with were some major league superstitious old chicks. If we heard footsteps/tapping but couldn’t see anyone they would be like “Oh that’s so and so who died in room 5 last year”. They would be telling elderly and dying patients to “go to light now honey”.
Not only do we do suffer horrific ratios and do battle with the angel of death 40 hours a week but we deal with the undead and take shit from pissed off relatives from both sides of the light as well…. all on a band 5 salary. How’s that for a job?
“… even if you are implying that I’ve gone batshit.”
That was the plan. I used to work in a brand new build at one point and the staff invented a ward ghost the minute we had our first death.
I did want to link to this but it was too frightening:
http://militantmedicalnurse.bl.....lease.html
So on halloween I was silly and goofy but the rest of the time I’m just plain scary? Oh well. Every ward needs a ghost. Every single one.
Thanks for the mention Mental. *Gets Twittering*
Lola x
Aww, but Z, I was extra special grateful last week because not only did I get a mention from you, but I also got a bit of comment in the comments on my blog!
grumble grumble sourpuss grumble grumble
Z.,
I love you. I’m simply struck dumb by your eminence.
xXx (w/ tongues)
We’re always grateful, but some of us have been unregistered and unable to comment until now.
Or you could just be like me and have forgotten your wordpress generated random password and by the time the “Lost your password?” email comes through you forget what you were going to comment on.
I must change my pass to something sensible.
We miss you Z!
Ah, I’m now back from my relaxing weekend break at my usual holiday destination.
I see Mental’s done TWIM for me in my absence. Not a bad job, for an amateur.
The stress was getting to me Z. I now have a suspicious shortage of diazepam to explain. I thought you had gone here to engage in your usual holiday pastimes.