remembering how it used to be
i'm writing this early cos i can't sleep. i've been awake since 6.30am.
yesterday was ok, although i took paracetamol on an empty stomach and wound up vomiting a few hours later. and i hate puking. especially as it's virtually pure bile. makes your teeth burn with the acid.
but i'm better now.
watched a bit of Manchurian Candidate last night, couldn't watch it all it was too horrific. i hate films like that, all Mengele-esque. even things like X-Men, Bourne Identity and slasher flicks like Hostel 1&2 (which i haven't seen on principle) leave my skin crawling.
i don't know, just something about enforced surgery that i hate. it's a violation.
but, apart from that ;-)
my best friend Mis E., had a surgery yesterday in Thailand (their time). Her friend Mis. Em is there with her and we're getting updates as often as possible on her progress. i'm just hoping her recovery isn't bad.
I know the routine of post-surgical SRS but regardless of the op some people respond terribly to a GA (I know cos i'm one of them). that's what scares me more about my surgery, not the pain down below just the post-op nausea i always seem to get.
and as i've said already i really hate puking.
i was thinking in bed this morning that i actually miss going to nursing college.
just the whole i dea of having to meet at a certain room in a labyrinthine college (really an old musty london poly-technic) and me talked at about the correct way to set a line up, which was almost always rushed and i have a hard time remembering even today. just the camaraderie i got to experience over those 3 years. the initial adult cohort of 150 which was whittled down to a final 80 who graduated. that's almost 50% fail rate.
and those of us who survived 3 years and 6 placements of low pay, long hours and exams, essays, and OSCE's now can say that i'm qualified as an adult nurse.
do i wish that i got a ward job?
sometimes i do, that i could keep up my people skills with patients, acquire post-grad ward training (catheterisation being the big one here as well as administration of IV drugs) and become more comfortable.
but here in bristol the wards are constantly under fire (medical term) from public and management. we're constantly having outbreaks of C-diff, MRSA and now it's NovaVirus season approaching. ward closures, stress and never having a chance to breath does not appeal.
not that it's very different in the theatres. but if there's a problem with staff we get to close a theatre down, or if there's a delay on the ward we get to have a breather. plus we get to wear scrubs, which is a bonus on washing of uniforms that ward nurses have to do.
i like my job, i just wish i had the flexibility available to spend time on the wards or in recovery without having to commit to it for 6 weeks.
I think a month would be more than enough for me.
anyways i need coffee.
yesterday was ok, although i took paracetamol on an empty stomach and wound up vomiting a few hours later. and i hate puking. especially as it's virtually pure bile. makes your teeth burn with the acid.
but i'm better now.
watched a bit of Manchurian Candidate last night, couldn't watch it all it was too horrific. i hate films like that, all Mengele-esque. even things like X-Men, Bourne Identity and slasher flicks like Hostel 1&2 (which i haven't seen on principle) leave my skin crawling.
i don't know, just something about enforced surgery that i hate. it's a violation.
but, apart from that ;-)
my best friend Mis E., had a surgery yesterday in Thailand (their time). Her friend Mis. Em is there with her and we're getting updates as often as possible on her progress. i'm just hoping her recovery isn't bad.
I know the routine of post-surgical SRS but regardless of the op some people respond terribly to a GA (I know cos i'm one of them). that's what scares me more about my surgery, not the pain down below just the post-op nausea i always seem to get.
and as i've said already i really hate puking.
i was thinking in bed this morning that i actually miss going to nursing college.
just the whole i dea of having to meet at a certain room in a labyrinthine college (really an old musty london poly-technic) and me talked at about the correct way to set a line up, which was almost always rushed and i have a hard time remembering even today. just the camaraderie i got to experience over those 3 years. the initial adult cohort of 150 which was whittled down to a final 80 who graduated. that's almost 50% fail rate.
and those of us who survived 3 years and 6 placements of low pay, long hours and exams, essays, and OSCE's now can say that i'm qualified as an adult nurse.
do i wish that i got a ward job?
sometimes i do, that i could keep up my people skills with patients, acquire post-grad ward training (catheterisation being the big one here as well as administration of IV drugs) and become more comfortable.
but here in bristol the wards are constantly under fire (medical term) from public and management. we're constantly having outbreaks of C-diff, MRSA and now it's NovaVirus season approaching. ward closures, stress and never having a chance to breath does not appeal.
not that it's very different in the theatres. but if there's a problem with staff we get to close a theatre down, or if there's a delay on the ward we get to have a breather. plus we get to wear scrubs, which is a bonus on washing of uniforms that ward nurses have to do.
i like my job, i just wish i had the flexibility available to spend time on the wards or in recovery without having to commit to it for 6 weeks.
I think a month would be more than enough for me.
anyways i need coffee.