Following on from discussion in class and several coincidental articles in the Nursing Standard and Nursing Times, I would be interested to know if you personally have lost faith in the nursing profession. If you don't have a view on this personally, do you feel that society as a whole are losing thier sense of pride in nursing?
I would be interested to see comments explaining your picked answer, you are of course free to leave them anonymous if you wish, I'm just interested in canvassing opinion. It's not a witch hunt.
kthnxbi
Monday, 25 February 2008
Sunday, 24 February 2008
I would make a great ninja...
...if only ninjas hid in toilets. Long and frankly messy story, but suffice it to say I hid in a cubicle for 15 minutes with my feet against the door in case anyone could recognise me from my shoes. I broke the toilet seat (accidentally) and then ran away when the coast was clear.
This weekend I made scones. 3 types, cheese, fruit and chocolate chunk. Ihaven't eaten any but suffice it to say they are lovely. I have yet to make treacle scones, as treacle scones are the daddy of all scone types.
I still have rash, turns out its my body metabolising the Metformin, and I also have stinky cold. Stupid people with thier germs.
In other news I am going to make cupcakes at some point this week. If you are interested have a look at some of the blogs of note I have included. All very lovely and tasty looking.
Am off on Monday but have to go argue with DFS re sofa for mum. Chancers.
This weekend I made scones. 3 types, cheese, fruit and chocolate chunk. Ihaven't eaten any but suffice it to say they are lovely. I have yet to make treacle scones, as treacle scones are the daddy of all scone types.
I still have rash, turns out its my body metabolising the Metformin, and I also have stinky cold. Stupid people with thier germs.
In other news I am going to make cupcakes at some point this week. If you are interested have a look at some of the blogs of note I have included. All very lovely and tasty looking.
Am off on Monday but have to go argue with DFS re sofa for mum. Chancers.
Tuesday, 19 February 2008
Things wot I learned today
Today I learned about professional boundaries and the different types of abuse.
We looked at the professional code of conduct.
I also read an article in the Nursing Standard about Female Genital Mutilation (FGM). Apparently some women here do NOT know that FGM is illegal, and there is still an expectation for young women and girls to have this procedure carried out to ensure thier virginity is intact for thier husband. For those of you who do not know, FGM is the removal of the clitoris and the labia minora (inner labia) and sometimes the labia majora (outer labia) and the whole lot is stitched together leaving a small hole (sometimes matchstick sized) for menstration and urination. The operation is carried out without anaesthetic, with ceremonial knives or razor blades and there is little or no aftercare or pain relief afterwards. Children are subject to FGM from around age 4, and some start to train in "the trade" from age 5.
On her wedding night the bride is either "cut open" again to allow her husband access, or he simply will keep pounding away until he's in.
What amazes me is that there is a cultural expectation that this is the normal thing to do. Now, having had my interest raised on this, I have ordered a couple of books from t'internet for further reading. It's not really much to do with the course, but like I say, it makes for interesting reading, and given the large influx of immigration that we are having, especially from countries with a high muslim population, I think we might be seeing more of the after effects of it here. I would like to have a bit better knowledge so that if I do come across anything during my time looking at ladies bits, I won't be as fascinated (?) or gawpy but will hopefully have a better understanding.
So yeah, not really nursing related but interesting.
Oooh and I'll have a question type thingy for you all in a few days. Again curiousity given an artice in the Nursing journal, and the discussion that we had in class today afterwards.
We looked at the professional code of conduct.
I also read an article in the Nursing Standard about Female Genital Mutilation (FGM). Apparently some women here do NOT know that FGM is illegal, and there is still an expectation for young women and girls to have this procedure carried out to ensure thier virginity is intact for thier husband. For those of you who do not know, FGM is the removal of the clitoris and the labia minora (inner labia) and sometimes the labia majora (outer labia) and the whole lot is stitched together leaving a small hole (sometimes matchstick sized) for menstration and urination. The operation is carried out without anaesthetic, with ceremonial knives or razor blades and there is little or no aftercare or pain relief afterwards. Children are subject to FGM from around age 4, and some start to train in "the trade" from age 5.
On her wedding night the bride is either "cut open" again to allow her husband access, or he simply will keep pounding away until he's in.
What amazes me is that there is a cultural expectation that this is the normal thing to do. Now, having had my interest raised on this, I have ordered a couple of books from t'internet for further reading. It's not really much to do with the course, but like I say, it makes for interesting reading, and given the large influx of immigration that we are having, especially from countries with a high muslim population, I think we might be seeing more of the after effects of it here. I would like to have a bit better knowledge so that if I do come across anything during my time looking at ladies bits, I won't be as fascinated (?) or gawpy but will hopefully have a better understanding.
So yeah, not really nursing related but interesting.
Oooh and I'll have a question type thingy for you all in a few days. Again curiousity given an artice in the Nursing journal, and the discussion that we had in class today afterwards.
Monday, 18 February 2008
AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!
In no particular order...
Stupid buses
Stupid Somerfield
Stupid armpits
Stupid neighbours
Stupid dog.
And that pretty much sums up the past few days. Lexie (the dog) decided that the lovingly marinated roasted leg of lamb I'd made for dinner on Sunday would be better in her stomach that ours. Took meat out of oven. Left meat on worktop to rest. Returned to Living room. **THUMP** Go to investigate noise. Find dog trying to frantically inhale said leg of lamb.
Somerfield in Paisley is staffed by either the stupidest people on earth, or the most apathetic. I have not yet decided which. Perhaps stupid and apathetic? Perhaps they are going for the double whammy of piss poor service/stock?
Buses are over charging me. Armpits are a long and boring story which I shall perhaps save for another time. I might not actually tell it.
Stupid neighbours are leaving bikes in the hallway downstairs. Fine. Combine that with the fact the manky w**ks are also leaving (at last count) 4 bags of rubbish next to bikes, meaning that I can't get outside with my rubbish or washing and I'm starting to get annoyed. I am going to pay someone to come nick the stupid bikes, and whilst they are at it, perhaps cork the arse of next doors dog which is still shitting all over the washing area.
I had to get one of my piercings removed with pliers today in accordance with the labratory rules. Only to discover needn't have bothered as no-one else fucking did. Great.
I'm going to run away somewhere and become a hermit.
In more happier news, we are looking at buying another house (to move into) and found a lovely one with 7, yes 7, bedrooms. However £215K might be a bit out of our price reach just now. Its not really its just more than I am comfortable with at the moment. Seen another couple of nice ones though.
Stupid buses
Stupid Somerfield
Stupid armpits
Stupid neighbours
Stupid dog.
And that pretty much sums up the past few days. Lexie (the dog) decided that the lovingly marinated roasted leg of lamb I'd made for dinner on Sunday would be better in her stomach that ours. Took meat out of oven. Left meat on worktop to rest. Returned to Living room. **THUMP** Go to investigate noise. Find dog trying to frantically inhale said leg of lamb.
Somerfield in Paisley is staffed by either the stupidest people on earth, or the most apathetic. I have not yet decided which. Perhaps stupid and apathetic? Perhaps they are going for the double whammy of piss poor service/stock?
Buses are over charging me. Armpits are a long and boring story which I shall perhaps save for another time. I might not actually tell it.
Stupid neighbours are leaving bikes in the hallway downstairs. Fine. Combine that with the fact the manky w**ks are also leaving (at last count) 4 bags of rubbish next to bikes, meaning that I can't get outside with my rubbish or washing and I'm starting to get annoyed. I am going to pay someone to come nick the stupid bikes, and whilst they are at it, perhaps cork the arse of next doors dog which is still shitting all over the washing area.
I had to get one of my piercings removed with pliers today in accordance with the labratory rules. Only to discover needn't have bothered as no-one else fucking did. Great.
I'm going to run away somewhere and become a hermit.
In more happier news, we are looking at buying another house (to move into) and found a lovely one with 7, yes 7, bedrooms. However £215K might be a bit out of our price reach just now. Its not really its just more than I am comfortable with at the moment. Seen another couple of nice ones though.
Wednesday, 13 February 2008
Hear that dull thumping...?
That was my head rattling off the desk today, (a) because I was so tired I almost passed out, 3 cans of red bull done fuck all and (b) yet more evidence that the gene pool in Renfrew needs to be seriously widened.
L(ecturer): Can anyone here explain rationalization?
Now I'm trying not to be known as the gobby shite from row 2, so stayed silent in the hope someone else would get it, and lo, a peer piped up..."Is it like, when like, you try to rationally think things in your head, so that, like, rationally it makes a rational amount of sense?"
I don't think I was the only person that found this more confusing than listening to a broadcast by George Bush (who by the way has come up with some right corkers since the chief script writer has left the white house, so tune in folks, it's all good) as the silence in the class was deafening.
L: NO!
In other news today has been a horrible day. Came home to discover after doing some general tidying and cooking dinner, that husband would be late home. Again. So decided to go for a wee nap as was quite tired. Then discovered that dog had been sick on bed. Great. I think she'd been eating poo. God knows how. Or when.
Stripped duvet. Binned duvet as had soaked through that. Binned the sheet. Then stripped the mattress as, yup you guessed it, soaked through that.
So now I need a new duvet. I can't kip on couch because bastardo is hoggin the couch watching stupid football.
Oh and I have an allergy. I'm itching all over. I'm all red and blotchy. I'm bathing in calamine lotion and one step away from taping oven mitts around my hands to stop the scratching, but I know I would just writhe on the floor in an attempt to friction burn the frickin' rash off.
Also there is a police chopper shining a light in our window. Not just ours they are canvassing the street for undesireables no doubt but its unsettling because I'm in my jammies.
So today I am grumpy, itchy and tired. All in all, not a good day.
L(ecturer): Can anyone here explain rationalization?
Now I'm trying not to be known as the gobby shite from row 2, so stayed silent in the hope someone else would get it, and lo, a peer piped up..."Is it like, when like, you try to rationally think things in your head, so that, like, rationally it makes a rational amount of sense?"
I don't think I was the only person that found this more confusing than listening to a broadcast by George Bush (who by the way has come up with some right corkers since the chief script writer has left the white house, so tune in folks, it's all good) as the silence in the class was deafening.
L: NO!
In other news today has been a horrible day. Came home to discover after doing some general tidying and cooking dinner, that husband would be late home. Again. So decided to go for a wee nap as was quite tired. Then discovered that dog had been sick on bed. Great. I think she'd been eating poo. God knows how. Or when.
Stripped duvet. Binned duvet as had soaked through that. Binned the sheet. Then stripped the mattress as, yup you guessed it, soaked through that.
So now I need a new duvet. I can't kip on couch because bastardo is hoggin the couch watching stupid football.
Oh and I have an allergy. I'm itching all over. I'm all red and blotchy. I'm bathing in calamine lotion and one step away from taping oven mitts around my hands to stop the scratching, but I know I would just writhe on the floor in an attempt to friction burn the frickin' rash off.
Also there is a police chopper shining a light in our window. Not just ours they are canvassing the street for undesireables no doubt but its unsettling because I'm in my jammies.
So today I am grumpy, itchy and tired. All in all, not a good day.
Saturday, 9 February 2008
How to make friends and influence people
Right. Thats been 2 weeks already! It's already going by so fast.
2 weeks in and I have made a nemesis! Go me! We do not like each other. Much "growling" and distainful looks across the lecture hall. It's going to end in a drunken fight behind the bike sheds. My spidey sense is tinglin'.
I have not yet been to the student union. Or the gym, but I AM going to the gym this week, as have a couple of half days. No plans to go to the union. My nemesis frequents it and I have no desire to see more of her. Yet.
I have 4 assignments, started rough notes at the moment, but no point (as some have done) handing in completed assignments for a rough draft check - Who are these people?!?- as we still have 10 weeks of lectures ahead to fit in.
I have to go for my TB jag as not had that yet. It's going to be nippy sore.
What else....? Husband is still under the impression I shall eagerly be awaiting his return from work with a fresh bow in my hair. Still mistaken.
The wee wummin' in the canteen is a hatchet faced auld moo. I had a semi argument with her last week.
That's pretty much it. No more exciting news, but as ever if you want to know anything, just ask...
2 weeks in and I have made a nemesis! Go me! We do not like each other. Much "growling" and distainful looks across the lecture hall. It's going to end in a drunken fight behind the bike sheds. My spidey sense is tinglin'.
I have not yet been to the student union. Or the gym, but I AM going to the gym this week, as have a couple of half days. No plans to go to the union. My nemesis frequents it and I have no desire to see more of her. Yet.
I have 4 assignments, started rough notes at the moment, but no point (as some have done) handing in completed assignments for a rough draft check - Who are these people?!?- as we still have 10 weeks of lectures ahead to fit in.
I have to go for my TB jag as not had that yet. It's going to be nippy sore.
What else....? Husband is still under the impression I shall eagerly be awaiting his return from work with a fresh bow in my hair. Still mistaken.
The wee wummin' in the canteen is a hatchet faced auld moo. I had a semi argument with her last week.
That's pretty much it. No more exciting news, but as ever if you want to know anything, just ask...
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
Oh my God. I am not going to get on well here
NN1 and NN2 have calmed down somewhat
This week has yielded some gems of comedic genius and idoicy. This is a class example
Lecturer: You get 3 resits, and the pass mark is 40%. I think pass mark is too low. I do not want to be nursed by someone who doesn't know 60% of what might KILL ME!
Student: Excuse me?
L: Yes?
S: See how you said the pass mark was 40%, and we get 3 resits? Does that mean we only have to score 13% each time?
L: Other student was on her third diet and still not referncing properly. If you get to YOUR third diet and still not referncing, PLEASE PLEASE come and see me.
S: What does it have to do with the course if I'm losing weight?
Other gems include the very knowledgeable 18 year old who declared that "people who try to kill themselves like 3 or 4 times obviously aren't doing it right" (no shit Sherlock) and "we should just leave them as its all about attention and its a waste of my time". Someone you would not want treating you right there.
Theres more. Oh God theres more. The maths test did not go well.
+++ If a student works a 37.5 hour week over 5 days, how many hours a day do they work?
opinion ranged from 6 to 11.5 hours.
This does not bode well.
This week has yielded some gems of comedic genius and idoicy. This is a class example
Lecturer: You get 3 resits, and the pass mark is 40%. I think pass mark is too low. I do not want to be nursed by someone who doesn't know 60% of what might KILL ME!
Student: Excuse me?
L: Yes?
S: See how you said the pass mark was 40%, and we get 3 resits? Does that mean we only have to score 13% each time?
L: Other student was on her third diet and still not referncing properly. If you get to YOUR third diet and still not referncing, PLEASE PLEASE come and see me.
S: What does it have to do with the course if I'm losing weight?
Other gems include the very knowledgeable 18 year old who declared that "people who try to kill themselves like 3 or 4 times obviously aren't doing it right" (no shit Sherlock) and "we should just leave them as its all about attention and its a waste of my time". Someone you would not want treating you right there.
Theres more. Oh God theres more. The maths test did not go well.
+++ If a student works a 37.5 hour week over 5 days, how many hours a day do they work?
opinion ranged from 6 to 11.5 hours.
This does not bode well.
Saturday, 2 February 2008
I found a pigeon!
It was lying on the pavement, soaked through, not moving. As I moved closer it kinda hobbled and fell over. Picked it up, I think a cats gotten hold of it at some point as its all bloodied and raw wounds on its back between its wings.
So brought it home, fed it, watered it and so far it seems to be doing better. Might take to vet on Monday if its still alive. I have names he/she/it Jake in the interim.
Will report of Jake's progress later. Bet you its got scabies or something.
So brought it home, fed it, watered it and so far it seems to be doing better. Might take to vet on Monday if its still alive. I have names he/she/it Jake in the interim.
Will report of Jake's progress later. Bet you its got scabies or something.
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