are unfounded. Its actually the reports about me doing aqua-aerobics in Campbeltown filtering down. I needed something to keep busy at night times, I've even started applying body lotion after my shower I have that much free times.
My weeks itinerary now looks something like this:
Thurs: Walk around Campbeltown - buy spare set of PJ's from charity shop
Fri: Aqua-aerobics at 19:00, start looking out sources for oral talk
Sat: In placement, then maybe a dark washing, query buying some second handtops from charity shop
Sun: No idea - swim and then walk around Campbeltown, read book and knit
Mon: Placement, then aqua-aerobics again
Tues: either a swim or walk
Wed: Aqua-aerobics
I might come back thin and exhausted, and with an accent. I've started picking up the twang.
Ga'an - going
Owt - out
awa' - away
and thats after 2 days - husband is already mocking me. Please don't mock me if I'm still twanging away when I'm back.
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
Monday, 21 September 2009
"This is a local shop for local people".
I'm in Campbeltown after 4.5 hours on the bus, with kids vomiting into plastic bags behind me and returnees sweating pure Jaegermeister through their pores after a heavy sesh on Glasgow.
Settled into my new digs, without husband and dog to keep me company, instead I have the internet and the TV.
Took a walk around to the shops earlier. They were shut - at 6pm on a Monday. Turns out its a local holiday - for local people.
Settled into my new digs, without husband and dog to keep me company, instead I have the internet and the TV.
Took a walk around to the shops earlier. They were shut - at 6pm on a Monday. Turns out its a local holiday - for local people.
Friday, 18 September 2009
I'm alright....
Thanks for all the well wishes, the get well soon cards and the flowers.You'll be glad to know I'm not lying behind my front door, my decomposing body being eaten by the dog.
In other news I had my final assessment today and its prompted a bit of the old navel gazing. The assessment went fine by the way, I managed to get a "very good" for all 4 boxes which means I should get an A or at very least a B1 for this placement but during the grading discussion I asked something which prompted a bit of feedback, which in turn led me to a bit of the aforementioned navel gazing.
I asked what I could do to turn my very good into an "Excellent", I felt comfortable asking this because this placement was brilliant. See if there was one placement that reaffirmed my decision to do this course, it was this one, the staff were fantastic - hats off to you Ferguslie Clinic. Basically they didn't tell me what I could do to become excellent - its just something that will come in time, but I wondered if I've been holding myself back because of the disasterous first placement I had?
My recent hospital placement told me that they felt I was somewhat hesitant in putting myself forward for things to do, and relied heavily on direction. I accepted this was true, and at the time attributed it to the fact that I had trouble getting a mentor assigned, so thought that it was because I didn't have that mentor-student bond to support me,and also because I didn't want to be seen as pushy( to the extent where I did something independently of instruction 2 weeks in and nurse thanked me but post panic attack I spent the rest of the placement wondering if they were calling me a pain inthe arse). Now I wonder if I've been holding myself back because of the first placement I had, the placement from hell.
Remember the one where I was amongst other things, pushy, overly enthusiastic, didn't work well with others and asked too many questions?
I think if I'm being honest, since then I've held back. I've been reluctant to "fight the good fight" as it were and very hesitant in volunteering or asking to do things for fear of being pushy or overly-enthusiastic again. I think that initial feedback I received knocked my confidence to such an extent its taken me a good while to get over. At time I have been disappointed in myself and let things go unchallenged that I never would have before, I've accepted judgements made on others and myself that I know to be unfair.
But I'm good. I know I'm good, I know my background knowledge, I study, I read voraciously in order to be good. So really the only thing holding me back is, well, me.
So from now on, I'm going to try and be more than good, I'm going to try and be excellent.
In other news I had my final assessment today and its prompted a bit of the old navel gazing. The assessment went fine by the way, I managed to get a "very good" for all 4 boxes which means I should get an A or at very least a B1 for this placement but during the grading discussion I asked something which prompted a bit of feedback, which in turn led me to a bit of the aforementioned navel gazing.
I asked what I could do to turn my very good into an "Excellent", I felt comfortable asking this because this placement was brilliant. See if there was one placement that reaffirmed my decision to do this course, it was this one, the staff were fantastic - hats off to you Ferguslie Clinic. Basically they didn't tell me what I could do to become excellent - its just something that will come in time, but I wondered if I've been holding myself back because of the disasterous first placement I had?
My recent hospital placement told me that they felt I was somewhat hesitant in putting myself forward for things to do, and relied heavily on direction. I accepted this was true, and at the time attributed it to the fact that I had trouble getting a mentor assigned, so thought that it was because I didn't have that mentor-student bond to support me,and also because I didn't want to be seen as pushy( to the extent where I did something independently of instruction 2 weeks in and nurse thanked me but post panic attack I spent the rest of the placement wondering if they were calling me a pain inthe arse). Now I wonder if I've been holding myself back because of the first placement I had, the placement from hell.
Remember the one where I was amongst other things, pushy, overly enthusiastic, didn't work well with others and asked too many questions?
I think if I'm being honest, since then I've held back. I've been reluctant to "fight the good fight" as it were and very hesitant in volunteering or asking to do things for fear of being pushy or overly-enthusiastic again. I think that initial feedback I received knocked my confidence to such an extent its taken me a good while to get over. At time I have been disappointed in myself and let things go unchallenged that I never would have before, I've accepted judgements made on others and myself that I know to be unfair.
But I'm good. I know I'm good, I know my background knowledge, I study, I read voraciously in order to be good. So really the only thing holding me back is, well, me.
So from now on, I'm going to try and be more than good, I'm going to try and be excellent.
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
I'm dying, So much I might actually be dead
Woke up this morning
Went to placement, bit of a sore back but otherwise okay. Say to nurse "Christ, my back is killing me". He says "Probably wind, you been for a shit?" (his words not mine). "No not yet"
Well, then all hell broke loose.
I'm currently writing this from bed, as I nurse my wounded arse. Placement sent me home, I'm running hot and cold, I feel nauseated, arse exploded, my hands are sweating so much my knitting is sticking along the needles and my stomach is making so much noise I'm having trouble hearing the TV. I actually had to pull the car over on way home as was V drowsy and thought was going to pass out.
I did initially blame the tummy trouble on the pickled chillies I ate last night but this isnt right. This isn't chillies.
Sorry for posting it here but I'm all alone. Boggin' and miserable. And boiling.
In other news husband passed his driving test. Go husband.
If I don't post in a few days I've probably died from some sort of lurgy. But quietly, 'cause you know I'm not one to complain.
Went to placement, bit of a sore back but otherwise okay. Say to nurse "Christ, my back is killing me". He says "Probably wind, you been for a shit?" (his words not mine). "No not yet"
Well, then all hell broke loose.
I'm currently writing this from bed, as I nurse my wounded arse. Placement sent me home, I'm running hot and cold, I feel nauseated, arse exploded, my hands are sweating so much my knitting is sticking along the needles and my stomach is making so much noise I'm having trouble hearing the TV. I actually had to pull the car over on way home as was V drowsy and thought was going to pass out.
I did initially blame the tummy trouble on the pickled chillies I ate last night but this isnt right. This isn't chillies.
Sorry for posting it here but I'm all alone. Boggin' and miserable. And boiling.
In other news husband passed his driving test. Go husband.
If I don't post in a few days I've probably died from some sort of lurgy. But quietly, 'cause you know I'm not one to complain.
Monday, 14 September 2009
Le sigh
Going to Campbeltown
Renting a flat
Having to get the bus
Monday 21/09/2009 is going to be a nightmare.
Hopefully the placement will go well.
This is my last week in Ferguslie and I've really liked it.
So yeah. Le sigh because I'm multicultural.
Renting a flat
Having to get the bus
Monday 21/09/2009 is going to be a nightmare.
Hopefully the placement will go well.
This is my last week in Ferguslie and I've really liked it.
So yeah. Le sigh because I'm multicultural.
Monday, 7 September 2009
I'm beginning to get right pissed off now
With Campbeltown placement.
See if the uni can't get their arse in gear tomorrow, I'm not going.
In other news I nearly killed a child today with the car - he ran out from between 2 parked cars, I only slammed my brakes on because I saw his bigger sister running towards the road screaming, I thought I was going to hit HER. I swear I missed hitting him by less than 30cm.
The worst bit was his dad was like "Eh Whit?". I was in bits. Dads glaring at me, like its my fault.
See if there was ever a time I needed a drink ,was after that particular incident.
Oh and its family fun a-go-go at the moment too, ask me more next time you see me.
See if the uni can't get their arse in gear tomorrow, I'm not going.
In other news I nearly killed a child today with the car - he ran out from between 2 parked cars, I only slammed my brakes on because I saw his bigger sister running towards the road screaming, I thought I was going to hit HER. I swear I missed hitting him by less than 30cm.
The worst bit was his dad was like "Eh Whit?". I was in bits. Dads glaring at me, like its my fault.
See if there was ever a time I needed a drink ,was after that particular incident.
Oh and its family fun a-go-go at the moment too, ask me more next time you see me.
Thursday, 3 September 2009
Etch-a-Sketch Thursday. Please?
Wish I could just erase today and start again.
Placement went okay - quite an emotional day though.
The my back wiper on the car isn't working.
Take it to garage.
Mention the car going a bit scatty when its popping into 5th gear.
They then tell me the bad news.
I needs a new clutch. £160 for labour, £120 for the part.
When ordering the new clutch they then get told from parts place that I might have a double mass flywheel, which costs £280 to replace. The garage themselves query this, as for a car the age of mines to have this particular part is unusual.
So total of £580 for a repair then, but they will tighten my handbrake and fix the rear windscreen wiper for free then.
I almost cried, for the second time today.
Cue trip to Lidls for big bar of chocolate and some iced coffee. Boo hoo.
Oh - have also picked a subject for my second oral exam, care of a patient with venous leg ulcers explaining dressing and wound care. Its all gravy baby.
Placement went okay - quite an emotional day though.
The my back wiper on the car isn't working.
Take it to garage.
Mention the car going a bit scatty when its popping into 5th gear.
They then tell me the bad news.
I needs a new clutch. £160 for labour, £120 for the part.
When ordering the new clutch they then get told from parts place that I might have a double mass flywheel, which costs £280 to replace. The garage themselves query this, as for a car the age of mines to have this particular part is unusual.
So total of £580 for a repair then, but they will tighten my handbrake and fix the rear windscreen wiper for free then.
I almost cried, for the second time today.
Cue trip to Lidls for big bar of chocolate and some iced coffee. Boo hoo.
Oh - have also picked a subject for my second oral exam, care of a patient with venous leg ulcers explaining dressing and wound care. Its all gravy baby.
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
Well *that* was depressing
You know that song "You are my sunshine"? Its possibly one of the most depressing songs I've heard when sung by an adult to an acoustic background. Heard it in the car this morning and had to resist the temptation to ram the car into the motorway sidings. Seriously horrible song about love, loss and broken hearts in 4 easy verses.
In other news, placement is ticking along nicely. I got to dress bilateral venous legs ulcers today, and administer 2 types of injections. I also got to prime a McKinley pump, used a lot in palliative care for administration of subcutaneous medications like morphine. I got to stick a needle in a nurse to practice, its like a fish hook. I felt bad but also secretly rather excited.
What else - been having discussions via the interwebs about Female Genital Mutilation, Male Genital Mutilation, feminism and equalism. I've often wondered if I am a feminist or an equalist, and if I am a feminist how far into the feminist spectrum do I fall?
Am I close to the "all men are rapists" spectrum or closer to the "Treat me with respect and men are alright spectrum"?
I suspect I am not much of a feminist at all given my reaction to some of the postings by other women who profess to be feminists. Sitting at home all day, not working, refusing to do any housework because its subjugation of women and enforcement of gender roles? No, its just fucking laziness. Sorry.
This is where I am an unhappy camper. Personally, if both parties in a household are working then both parties should also equally contribute to the housework. If I am out of work and at home all day, and my partner is out working all day, is it really fair of me to expect him to come home and do the housework in its entirety? Similarly if the situation was reversed, and I'm out earning all the money, and husband was sitting at home watching Loose Women, I'd expect to come home and have dinner prepared and the house clean. I don't think that's unreasonable.
Now I get stay at home parents have a lot of work to do with children, but there's a difference between genuinely being too rushed to get any time to attend to housework, and as it should be the kids should come first after all, but refusal to do it based on the grounds that its reinforcing gender stereotypes? Thats just flat out asking to get labelled as lazy.
I also understand that my like of crafty shit like baking, cooking, knitting etc lets the side down, after all do I like these things because I find them fun to do or because I've been socially conditioned that these are feminine tasks. I get it too, that I am a disappointment, that if husband earned enough money I would quite happily stay at home to raise kids whilst perhaps working part time. I would be happy with that lot, but this apparently also lets the side down. I thought that the basic driving force behind feminism was giving women equal rights and then the associated right to choose what they do with their life?
Thoughts please.
In other news, placement is ticking along nicely. I got to dress bilateral venous legs ulcers today, and administer 2 types of injections. I also got to prime a McKinley pump, used a lot in palliative care for administration of subcutaneous medications like morphine. I got to stick a needle in a nurse to practice, its like a fish hook. I felt bad but also secretly rather excited.
What else - been having discussions via the interwebs about Female Genital Mutilation, Male Genital Mutilation, feminism and equalism. I've often wondered if I am a feminist or an equalist, and if I am a feminist how far into the feminist spectrum do I fall?
Am I close to the "all men are rapists" spectrum or closer to the "Treat me with respect and men are alright spectrum"?
I suspect I am not much of a feminist at all given my reaction to some of the postings by other women who profess to be feminists. Sitting at home all day, not working, refusing to do any housework because its subjugation of women and enforcement of gender roles? No, its just fucking laziness. Sorry.
This is where I am an unhappy camper. Personally, if both parties in a household are working then both parties should also equally contribute to the housework. If I am out of work and at home all day, and my partner is out working all day, is it really fair of me to expect him to come home and do the housework in its entirety? Similarly if the situation was reversed, and I'm out earning all the money, and husband was sitting at home watching Loose Women, I'd expect to come home and have dinner prepared and the house clean. I don't think that's unreasonable.
Now I get stay at home parents have a lot of work to do with children, but there's a difference between genuinely being too rushed to get any time to attend to housework, and as it should be the kids should come first after all, but refusal to do it based on the grounds that its reinforcing gender stereotypes? Thats just flat out asking to get labelled as lazy.
I also understand that my like of crafty shit like baking, cooking, knitting etc lets the side down, after all do I like these things because I find them fun to do or because I've been socially conditioned that these are feminine tasks. I get it too, that I am a disappointment, that if husband earned enough money I would quite happily stay at home to raise kids whilst perhaps working part time. I would be happy with that lot, but this apparently also lets the side down. I thought that the basic driving force behind feminism was giving women equal rights and then the associated right to choose what they do with their life?
Thoughts please.
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