Us Brits have been treated to a new double-header in the new series of the apprentice. Well with this bunch of mugs as the country's 'best business talent', it was no surprise the country dived into recession as the markets crashed.
It's a wonder any of them managed to arrive at the right place at the right time seeing as some of them don't even know what an orange is.
Then there are the ra-ra gap-yah? brigade. Not exactly my cup of tea. While I'm sure these posh boys and girls have done well working for daddies marketing firm, I doubt any of them could survive in a real job for long.
Infighting. I'm not sure if any of the contestants have worked out that the way to go far in the competition is to win the challenges. One-upmanship will not get your team constant wins.
I may seem as if I'm rambling but I genuinely feel I could do better - if I could be bothered.
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
Monday, 9 May 2011
The nursing shift!
As promised, I'll now give you an update on what the nursing shift was like.
Well to start with there was waking up at stupid o'clock in the morning (yes I got an early shift...). Once that was over with I just had to find the ward, and where the handover was taking place. A whistle-stop tour of all 24 patients later and off I was trailing the nurse who I was going to shadow and assist.
Thank goodness for nurses.
I never really appreciated all that their job entails until today. It's the simple things (such as the hourly observations) that just stack up and up on top of whatever else the doctors pile on them. Who needs what - and at what time? It also seems that most of the nurses are pharmacists. They dispense all of the medication, know who should be having how much of what, and getting it to the patients on time.
Then there are the not so pleasant jobs. Those jobs none of us would want to do. Clearing up bodily fluids from any orifice you wish to think of. Taking racist comments from elderly patients. Changing the catheters. All things which need to be done (particularly on a gastroenterology ward), but that everyone does their upmost to avoid.
No-one ever thinks about patients who get sick in jail. Well, they need hospital treatment just like anyone else, so there was a prisoner on the ward today presenting a new set of challenges. Such as what would the guard (who was handcuffed to him) do when he went for a scan.
You have to admire the sheer volume of work the nurses do on a daily routine, as well as the technical complexity of some of it (such as working the temperamental equipment). They've also got to be vigilant as to when a patient is deteriorating, and when they need to see a doctor.
I've come out of this shift with a new appreciation for the profession. And I'm sure you won't hear me say 'but she's only a nurse' for a little while yet, until I'm qualified of course...
Well to start with there was waking up at stupid o'clock in the morning (yes I got an early shift...). Once that was over with I just had to find the ward, and where the handover was taking place. A whistle-stop tour of all 24 patients later and off I was trailing the nurse who I was going to shadow and assist.
Thank goodness for nurses.
I never really appreciated all that their job entails until today. It's the simple things (such as the hourly observations) that just stack up and up on top of whatever else the doctors pile on them. Who needs what - and at what time? It also seems that most of the nurses are pharmacists. They dispense all of the medication, know who should be having how much of what, and getting it to the patients on time.
Then there are the not so pleasant jobs. Those jobs none of us would want to do. Clearing up bodily fluids from any orifice you wish to think of. Taking racist comments from elderly patients. Changing the catheters. All things which need to be done (particularly on a gastroenterology ward), but that everyone does their upmost to avoid.
No-one ever thinks about patients who get sick in jail. Well, they need hospital treatment just like anyone else, so there was a prisoner on the ward today presenting a new set of challenges. Such as what would the guard (who was handcuffed to him) do when he went for a scan.
You have to admire the sheer volume of work the nurses do on a daily routine, as well as the technical complexity of some of it (such as working the temperamental equipment). They've also got to be vigilant as to when a patient is deteriorating, and when they need to see a doctor.
I've come out of this shift with a new appreciation for the profession. And I'm sure you won't hear me say 'but she's only a nurse' for a little while yet, until I'm qualified of course...
Sunday, 1 May 2011
Back to halls
The inevitable end to the easter holidays are here. Unfortunately no matter how many bank holidays there are in April/May, we have to go back to uni. Not that I mind being back at uni, it's just the effort it takes to go back. Firstly, there's all the washing I bought back - surely I don't even own that many items of clothing, let alone need to haul them back up to london. Then there's the food shop, it's almost as if the family don't think there are shops in London.
This leaves me in a predicament. It is easiest to get back by train, but then I have to haul my worldly belongings across the tube. Or a coach, but there is only one per day and it leaves at 9am. So I take the only option left, a lift from the old man. A unique experience in which political correctness is left behind, and all of my dads innermost thoughts come out. I'm not exactly sure why they are saved for car trips, he could rant at any time. So an hour and a half later we arrive.
Do you know what? There is no way I would rather get back.
This leaves me in a predicament. It is easiest to get back by train, but then I have to haul my worldly belongings across the tube. Or a coach, but there is only one per day and it leaves at 9am. So I take the only option left, a lift from the old man. A unique experience in which political correctness is left behind, and all of my dads innermost thoughts come out. I'm not exactly sure why they are saved for car trips, he could rant at any time. So an hour and a half later we arrive.
Do you know what? There is no way I would rather get back.
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