Rainstorm No.2
so, yeah.
the ending to the previous post.
following on though we are a hard-working family. my dad is getting a tiny bit xenophobic in his old age, he has a thing against the Poles, and he recognises how many people in this country just "scrounge off the state".
he works 35 hours a week purely cos the company he works for, BA, is french owned and refuses to work more. My mom's part time at the age of 67 and still does 35 hours a week at least, and i'm at the top of the labour tree with the required full time total of 37 hours a week.
i guess this is where the dreams come from.
it's just that sometimes in my job, and to be fair in my nursing career as a whole i was always the 'token male', who was required to do the heavy lifting cos everyone thought 'he' could.
combined with the fact i'm 5'11' i feel like Iorek Bjyonson sometimes (the armoured bear off Northern Lights/Golden Compass).
but, things changed on friday 11th May 2007.
I called the Admissions desk at CX hospital.
they told me i missed my pre-admission for my throat surgery.
I respond by saying that i gave them my chance of address back in august of 2006, AND they called and left a message on my bristol home phone number. if they didn't have my new address how did they get the number? by randomly sticking a pin in a phone book?
the man replied i had a point.
he then said how's the 23rd?
i replied 23rd of what?
he said May.
I went ... oh.
so, on the 23rd of May i have to report to the South Wing of CX hospital at 7.30am for a procedure to fix my trachea and tweak the chords a bit.
oh.
and as a result i went through the rest of friday's shift a little bit shaken up.
for a variety of reasons.
1 - it's a General Anesthetic, of which i have had 8 in my lifetime and i've hated every single one of them.
2 - This is surgery, it isn't THE surgery (GRS) but it is surgery and i'm kinda anti-changing my body for any real major reason (one of the reasons why i won't have my boobs done).
3 - I work in theatres, i know what happens to you after you get sedated. It's scary, they... well lets leave those demons silent, i wouldn't want to upset anyone reading this who's in the same boat as me or has surgery due in the near future.
and it's in 10 days time. wow. I now have to go into work tomorrow and watch the sister who organises the work rotas have a minor mental breakdown as she tried to reorganise staff coverage.
to add insult to injury the top plastic scrub nurse, Katie, is having her gall bladder removed on the 21st and will be out of action for a least a month if not longer.
i'm hoping for a week to 10 days off at the most. i may need more, in fact i'm probably certain of it but for now i'm aiming on 7-10.
see?
we're approaching a new bend in the rollercoaster. and it's one that although i want, i'm just a teeny bit apprehensive about.
the ending to the previous post.
following on though we are a hard-working family. my dad is getting a tiny bit xenophobic in his old age, he has a thing against the Poles, and he recognises how many people in this country just "scrounge off the state".
he works 35 hours a week purely cos the company he works for, BA, is french owned and refuses to work more. My mom's part time at the age of 67 and still does 35 hours a week at least, and i'm at the top of the labour tree with the required full time total of 37 hours a week.
i guess this is where the dreams come from.
it's just that sometimes in my job, and to be fair in my nursing career as a whole i was always the 'token male', who was required to do the heavy lifting cos everyone thought 'he' could.
combined with the fact i'm 5'11' i feel like Iorek Bjyonson sometimes (the armoured bear off Northern Lights/Golden Compass).
but, things changed on friday 11th May 2007.
I called the Admissions desk at CX hospital.
they told me i missed my pre-admission for my throat surgery.
I respond by saying that i gave them my chance of address back in august of 2006, AND they called and left a message on my bristol home phone number. if they didn't have my new address how did they get the number? by randomly sticking a pin in a phone book?
the man replied i had a point.
he then said how's the 23rd?
i replied 23rd of what?
he said May.
I went ... oh.
so, on the 23rd of May i have to report to the South Wing of CX hospital at 7.30am for a procedure to fix my trachea and tweak the chords a bit.
oh.
and as a result i went through the rest of friday's shift a little bit shaken up.
for a variety of reasons.
1 - it's a General Anesthetic, of which i have had 8 in my lifetime and i've hated every single one of them.
2 - This is surgery, it isn't THE surgery (GRS) but it is surgery and i'm kinda anti-changing my body for any real major reason (one of the reasons why i won't have my boobs done).
3 - I work in theatres, i know what happens to you after you get sedated. It's scary, they... well lets leave those demons silent, i wouldn't want to upset anyone reading this who's in the same boat as me or has surgery due in the near future.
and it's in 10 days time. wow. I now have to go into work tomorrow and watch the sister who organises the work rotas have a minor mental breakdown as she tried to reorganise staff coverage.
to add insult to injury the top plastic scrub nurse, Katie, is having her gall bladder removed on the 21st and will be out of action for a least a month if not longer.
i'm hoping for a week to 10 days off at the most. i may need more, in fact i'm probably certain of it but for now i'm aiming on 7-10.
see?
we're approaching a new bend in the rollercoaster. and it's one that although i want, i'm just a teeny bit apprehensive about.