A short while ago I was taught CPR and other first aid basics by junior doctors that were striking. Well Mr Hunt didn’t want to talk about the unsafe working contracts so unfortunately that means the biggest strike in the NHS ever. *Slow clap for Jeremy Hunt* I agree with the need to strike, but I expect for this full on walk out they might have less public support. After the morning school run I’ll be heading to the hospital and joining them on the picket line. I’ve never felt the need to do something like this – yes I protest – but normally by petitions and writing not in person. For example this petition signed by over 330 thousand people including myself, who want it known they have no confidence in Mr Hunt.
Today I heard on the radio that the local junior doctors that were striking doing something awesome with their time. They were using a room at a community centre called The Friendship Café to teach CPR to the public. Far from the lazy doctors some would have you believe. All of the doctors were very friendly, but the doctor I was paired with was called Suzie. She is a wonderful young lady who has only been at Gloucester hospital for a few months after transferring from the North of England.
If you’re a long time reader you might have noticed that I think first aid training for parents (and kids) is a brilliant idea. If you’re new here, that’s cool too, but here is my post about my son choking and how I saved him. I don’t even like reading it back as it takes me back to that day – the boys were doing Christmas crafts and eating sweets. Sounds innocent enough but if I didn’t know what to do that story would have ended badly, I honestly think I could have lost my son that day. So yeah, I care about this!
If you know my family in real life you’ll know my boys always look tired and I thought sneaking in extra vitamins might help? Bioglan sent us some Smartkids omega 3 capsules and Smartkids superfood shake. The milkshake powder sounded promising, chocolate flavoured but is loaded with “9 greens”, good bacteria and vitamin D.
Below is an excerpt from an email I received this week about fertility and trying to conceive which got me thinking about the whole TTC business. Luckily these aren’t things I have had an issue with, if anything Blokey and I seem to be a very fertile combination. For a chap that has low testosterone levels I was surprised at how fast we got pregnant with the boys. It was within weeks of trying, not months. This was great whilst I wanted children, but for me 2 children is definitely enough – that and the tokophobia means I won’t be having anymore. View image | gettyimages.com
This evening I was washing up avoiding washing up in the kitchen and I heard a strange noise. For a split second I froze thinking of great the dog is throwing up again? Then it occurs to me she’s upstairs – it’s not the dog. RUN. I slam the dishwasher door shut and ran towards the noise. I didn’t know what that noise was, but was getting louder. It felt slow-mo. I was running and bending down at the same time, and Jen was running at me but wobbling. Then I notice he’s a dark colour on his face. What’s happening? Arrrggg! I shout “are you okay?” which was a bit daft. Before I finish that sentence I knew it was not a good situation, why did I ask that? View image | gettyimages.com
This morning I was about to start tiling my kitchen. Not an exciting sounding day, but I like doing things like this even though it can take ages. It’s a lovely sense of satisfaction when you see a finished project. (Warning – if the sight of blood upsets you do not read further down this post!) I was measuring up and marking places on the wall with a pencil – then the phone rang. Off I went back in the living room to answer the phone. It was just a flipping telemarketer. I politely but assertively ask they go away and not call again. My phone is a cordless phone, which sits on a table top near but under the tv. The tv itself is on a swing arm so we aim it at the sofa to watch tv, or face away from the sofa if the lads play Kinnect […]
Today I have a brilliantly written post from Adventures of Adam. It is all about HG or Hyperemesis Gravidarum, I am happy to report I never had this with my sons pregnancies, although I did have bad morning sickness both times. If you are suffering from HG then pop over to the blog for a bit of understanding and some great activities you can do with kids without feeling worse. Without further ado, all of the following is written by Adventures of Adam. (Not me) Finding the positives from a negative situation. I had never heard of Hyperemesis Gravidarum (HG) until I was 7 weeks pregnant and unable to function. I was vomiting 20-40 times a day and neither fluids nor solids would stay in. Even the mention of food made me vomit. HG is such a debilitating and all consuming condition that robbed me of everything during my […]
Why is it my Jen hates brushing his teeth? He tries all kinds of excuses for why he shouldn’t and sadly his dentist wasn’t much help. When I said in his last appointment “Jen refuses to brush his teeth most days” she replied with “don’t worry these are still just the milk teeth” to me and later to Jen “your teeth are looking great, well done”. Not well done, they have big tartar lines along them. I was less than impressed. Luckily the folk at Oasis have been in touch and sent Jen some charts and stickers and sugar free lollipops as rewards.
I am sure you all know about #NoMakeUpSelfies and how awesome this turned out to be for CRUK (Cancer Research UK). They raised millions of pounds, love or hate selfies you can’t deny that is an amazing amount of dosh. So when my mate Kay mentioned this #GetYourBellyOut campaign she was involved in I knew I should help.
A little while ago I was asked to review Pearl Drops instant white 4D whitening toothpaste. I was happy to give it a go as I hate my teeth, and am less than keen on dentists. The packet has one of those colour gauges and states you can change by two shades in just one week. I held the box to my teeth but decided none of these shades were my colour. Being an ex hairdresser I am used to recognising small changes in tone or colour depth.
Me and dentists are never going to be best friends. I started off badly, as a child I had dental issues – I had too many teeth! I had six front teeth, not four and that’s why my front teeth look odd to this day. The middle pair are big, the the outer pair being noticeably smaller than all the rest of my teeth. I remember being gased in hospital to have the smallest set removed, clutching my teddy bear, and trying to fight the gas by talking to my Nan and Gramps.