The Past 3 Weeks..

Ah, so much has gone on, where do I start? I fear if I don't write tonight I'll just forget to do an update, then I'll just feel my creative genius has gone to waste. Stop pulling that face.

Right, I'm going to write a list so I don't forget and update you (the people) on each one.
• I'm an Uncle! - (best friends have had a little baby!)
• My dad was taken into hospital
• I was ill for the first time in about 3 years - (& actually stayed off work, rarely does this happen)
• The transport systems in London are useless, today was a spectacular example
• I am almost a Nurse, this is starting to get Scary
• I am getting old
To start on an awesome note: my two of my best friends have finally had their baby! She is now coming up to 1 month old. She’s all sweet and lovely! - When I tell people I'm an Uncle, some of them are not even aware I have a sister so ask me if I have a sister (yes I do), and others say they didn't even know my sister was pregnant... She hasn't been, as far as I am aware. However seeing how these are 2 of my closest best friends I consider myself an Uncle to the little lady! Some may say Auntie Mikey, but that's a story for another day!

I have had many hugs; she is very sweet and cannot help saying 'Awww' continuously every time I see her! - She is doing well!


Now onto a not so nice point: my dad since about November time wasn’t really eating well at all (he wasn't able to due to abdominal pain). Myself and my Sis kept telling him he should go to the Doctors, but as he is a stubborn somewhat old Italian man, he does not listen (despite his son almost finishing his Nursing Diploma, he knows best). - He lost about 2-3 stone and I said to him, this is not a problem that will fix itself; you must go to the doctors. He sometimes confides in me and asks me what something is, relating to the body etc. Most of the time however I think he's under the impression I do Engineering or something, my medical know how is irrelevant when someone thinks they know better. Ha.

So to get going with this story, turns out my dad had a partial bowel blockage. He's now all fixed up, sort of. Much happier than he was and chuffed to bits he can eat! So dad is on the road to putting weight back on again, this pleases me.

Moving on! The day my dad got taken into Hospital I had just come off 3 nights, and was due to go to my Clinical Supervision session that day also. That day was truly shit. I was shattered; I had been up for about 36 hours. The lady had not shown up, so time wasted, time I could have been with my dad. I also had the start of a throat infection, realising this at 3am in the middle of a shift is pointless I can't leave my patient alone. - To wrap this one up, it was an awful week, and then the snow started. We all know how British people react to snow... you can fill in the rest about that... I had a week of missed 3 shifts, made up 2. So now I only owe one.

I'm going to try and work 4 long days a week, just so I can have a week off at the end and save my sanity. I hate when I'm not organised. Some people may think I'm very unorganised, but in my own 'special' way I know what’s going on. Or so I think?

When it was snowing, the transport facilities in London thought: "You know what? I think everyone deserves to stay indoors and chill" - If I were 12 I would have loved this. I am not 12 anymore (Sadly). They had prior warning of the 'adverse' weather conditions, and did they do anything about it? Yes, they put salt on the roads. FANTASTIC, did a lot of good. I was able to walk to the station and back again, that’s how much good the salt did.

Today, another great example of how shite TFL are. A little bit of ice at 8AM, this for some reason causes disruption till 7pm. It took me 2 hours to get to Charing Cross, then another 1.5 hours to get home again. Morons, useless morons.

Ok now on to the future... In 5 months I will be available for hire. NHS here we come.
I want to end up as an Intensive Care Nurse. This is possible. I just have a feeling I suck at interviews. I want a job on a liver ward then to move onto LITU after 6 months. Do plans ever go how people want? So far actually, in my life things have gone the way I have planned. Hopefully that'll continue. I've got 8 weeks of lectures which include 1 essay, 1 practical exam. Then onto the wards for 13 weeks. Then party! - Until I get a job!

I passed my most recent essay with 56%. Not to shabby considering I knew nothing about the subject area and only spent about 40 hours on it.


Lastly, I feel as if I am falling apart, physically. Not mentally.
Know what happened the other week? I sat down, simply sat down and a nerve or something went in my back. I felt as if I were 40. It was fairly painful.

I’ll leave you with that lovely giggle you’ve got there…

Geek -

Been a while eh?

First of all, the geek has finally got an iPhone! - So much better than the Blackberry, and yes I know that from experience. So does R' who referred to his blackberry as an iPhone, and then immediately felt awful about it. HA! - Serves you right!

I've been on LITU for 2 more weeks so far. The first week was fine, focusing on patient management. No one died, no one had a near miss, nothing exciting to be honest. - This week I was introduced to 'Big-guy'. Big-guy is a patient I was given to look after. He's 6ft 8, and must be about 20-25 stone, minimum. Hes not a fat guy, hes just really tall and stocky. With us for an OLT (Liver transplant) due to Hepatitis.

The first 2 shifts of looking after him, I was just screaming for the bowel management system to be authorised. For the simple reason, he needed turning every time, the fact that there was poo didn't annoy me at all. As time went on, I got used to it (so did my biceps). He had a trachy, and wasn't tolerating his speaking valve very much, so lip reading was a real pain. The amount of times he looked at me after I couldn't decipher his "speaking" was uncountable. He got used to the speaking valve and things were fine. the following day we had a good day, he was improving. Physios got him on a standing table, and oh my... Very tall man!

Day after I wasn't working with him, but was opposite, he didn't like the other nurses to kept calling me to help, (I didn't mind, I preferred it) the lady I was supposed to be looking after was a moody lady, she annoyed me. I worked with my other mentor, never worked with her before. I found out quite early that was a Lieutenant in the army. - Kinda showed...

I'm not in a writing mood, so bare with me. Long story short, my guy had a ?TIA/Stroke... Was not having the best day. Now at this point I ask you. Do you know what Ph stands for? I see those eyes rolling. Precisely. I didnt know either, and I didnt give a shit at 1900, after the crap day I had. I got her off my back eventually.

I asked her if i could go early (stated 1930), she said how about 1900. I thought that might be pushing my luck, but she said "Ah ok comprimise, 1915?" . Shouldn't it be the other way around? Me wanting the earlier time to leave? Ha. I don't care if it meant she didnt want me there. I didn't want to be there either.

Again, I am Full

I have not long ago, finished a lovely roast cooked by Nan. My tummy is [very] full. - I would hate to record what I have eaten over the past 3 days. Either way it consists of 3 roasts, unlimited mugs of Tea and a bag full of biscuits. Its a good thing I renewed my gym membership eh?

This year, on my list I had a total of four items. The Prison Break book (FBI Files), a tee-shirt, an awesome hat (with a bobble!) and a belt. This wasn't good enough apparently, because there's not enough selection. Well tough, because the only other thing I want is an iPhone, which I doubt anyone will buy me. I got the Prison Break book, which by the way, any obsessed fan should indeed buy! I also got the hat I wanted, which I love. I always look awful in most hats, only found one I look good in, despite this I wanted another. It (as far as I know) was very expensive (£38), but you know mothers, they have their ways of finding things for cheaper. - I also got well over £195. I say that because on Christmas day, I received £195. But I'm at my nans now, and I've been given pocket money (yes, I still get pocket money), Christmas money and I forgot to open a card from a family friend, and that had money in it as well. So thanks to all my kind friends and family, I got all the gifts I wanted and some cash too. Which I hope can go towards an iPhone (I know I call myself a Geek and I don't even own one, the shame), with the assistance from January's pay cheque.

You know every Christmas, you get some presents that you think, why did the person bother? None of that this year, everyone excelled themselves. I was very impressed. I also do think, that if you don't know what to buy someone, cash is not an insult. Perhaps I just think that because I'm a student and cash is good in any situation?

I'll be staying at nan and grandads for the night, then back home tomorrow. Sister is staying up here and then going up to some part of the country for New Years. You already know my thoughts about New Years. Bah-humbug.

Sat in traffic on the way up here, and I do mean literally sat. Not like some of the moronic people with a death wish, or seemed to hate their daughter and want her killed on a dual carriage way. - Let me explain.

Traffic, one second moving the next stopped. Completely. So all engines off, people in awe of the silence (I think). 20 minutes go by and apparently, despite the fact that if there wasn't a traffic jam, people wouldn't have stopped driving for a further, 1,2,3 hours they get out their car and stretch their legs. Fair enough, they're not exactly going to be going anywhere soon. No sign from the fella on the speaking box regarding the traffic situation. 40-50 minutes pass and a family 2 cars up (a convertible BMW I believe) get out, Mum, Dad, two kids. Kids aged about 7 and 9, I'm not sure exactly, I didn't ask for ID. - They get out, with a football, and jump over the barrier to the other side of the road. Again, traffic is not moving from either direction, and the other side of the road was absolutely clear. This however does not mean you can get out with your children and play football on the empty road, like a fucking moron.

Another 20 minutes goes past and by this time 2 police cars, 1 doc car and an ambulance have shot passed us. They were going at a fair speed, no blues on though. By this time the son (obviously the smarter child of the two) had hopped back in the car. The dad and daughter still playing in the opposite side of the road. We heard sirens, and instead of getting back in the car, or even to the safe side of the road. They just stand at the side of the road they are already on. I'm sure this Father didn't like his daughter. I wounder what she did wrong? I assumed he just hated her and wanted her to be hit by a speeding car. - All be in the unluckiest person in the scenario would have been the driver. Then the traffic started to move and you see all these idiots, who had walked a few miles up the road running back to their cars because they didn't want to get shouted at for causing another traffic jam. I can't understand some people. Sit your arse down next time, and stay there.

I can't stand idiots. At all. Anyway, enough of the suicidal family.

Christmas was lovely. Christmas for me has lasted about 3 days. - The weather, was awesome as well. Didn't look like Winter out there at all, perhaps we can thank Jeremy Clarkson for that? Depending on what we believe causes global warming? Or if indeed there is such a thing. - Speaking of that genius, I got given his book for Christmas, thoroughly enjoyed his others.

I go back to the wards, the week of the 5th. My posts will be a lot more entertaining once I'm back I'm sure. Pay day is the 16th, I might be able to push it that I get an iPhone before I go back. Who knows (my bank does).

Geek.