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!
Many years ago I signed up as an organ donor, but I had selected the bits I was willing to be taken. Medical science wasn’t bad when I was a teenager, but it had certainly improved these days. I’ve always felt that if you would consider accepting a donated organ for yourself or your family you should be registered yourself. Today was a normal day for us, we went to the rugby, Blokey and his mate are drinking a few pints, and Jen is munching on a pasty. Then the NHS sign for life folks walked along – #SignForLife leaflets in hand and armed with Haribo hearts – looking for new recruits. Blokey wasn’t on the list and now we are both down as full donors. We’ve given them full permission for both of us, if we die they can use what is saveable. Apparently you can save up to […]
Last week my son Dee went skiing in Austria. He was fine when he was away, but since he’s been home he has been getting gradually more unwell. It started as a cough at the weekend. As most modern parents would, I popped on to Facebook and asked parents of the other boys he went on the trip with if their sons were ill. – it’s just Dee. On Sunday he felt a bit rubbish, but was alright. On Monday I forced him to stay off school, whilst he complained he’d be in trouble with his teachers, he reluctantly stayed home. He was mainly sleeping on the sofa. On Tuesday he was worse, high temperature (for him), snotty nose, mega vicious cough, dizziness and lethargic. He insisted on going to school, by lunchtime he’d almost collapsed and was sent home. I was out helping a local support group painting their […]
Sitting in the doctors surgery waiting for a Dee to have minor foot surgery we overheard the sweetest conversation between strangers. An elderly lady and a cute little ginger lad with amazing curls in his hair. She asked him if he was a good boy for his mum. “You’re being good for your mum today. Are you always this good? I bet you’re on Santa’s nice list aren’t you?” His face lit up. “I’ve wrote a list but it’s not super long like my the ones my sister writes” “do you think he’ll come for your big sister and give her toys then?“ “No she’s getting books and things.” Maybe she asked for books, or maybe he sees books as a bad gift but he was grinning as he said it. Was adorable listening, he pretty much recited everything he was hoping for and then told the lady that Father […]
For the last fortnight I’ve been a bit wobbly. I had told myself was nothing, just nerves about going to London, about Blokey being in Canada and about the driving test. I was wrong. It’s been getting worse, so I begged for a doctors appointment. I get Labyrinthitus a few times a year but this didn’t feel quite like that. The doctor said its BPPV or benign p-something positional vertigo. Different types of vertigo on NHS choices site explains the differences medically. How it feels to me… It’s like being stood on a boat, rocking and swaying constantly in the tide. I sway even when sat down. To be honest I still feel I am moving now, as I type this in from my bed. It is unpleasant, very. I feel sea sick and on dry land. Walking is a challenge as it really steals your balance, I would definitely […]
From today, Wednesday the 10th of April, FSID are changing their name to The Lullaby Trust. Bright new future, in support of Edspire! This is a much more gentle sounding name and might help families feel more able to access the information and services that they provide.This was top secret until now, so look suprised? 😉 I’m sharing this music video to help spread the word about the new name change. I think it’s a beautiful song, and is also very relevant as I was encouraged to write this by Jennie Edspire whose angel Matilda Mae passed away. Her name meant “star of the sea” so Star Sailor’s Lullaby was the obvious choice for me to use, after a bit of careful thought. About FSID.org.uk / The Lullaby Trust.Online you’ll find lots of advice about trying to prevent cot death, but if you aren’t sure I’d check what your local […]
Today I had to go for my therapy assessment. Was a big old building, not very welcoming as the door had several buzzer systems, a massive door knob and a few separate locks. Could be worse, plenty of improvement space though. I pressed the buzzer marked “reception” and say hi I’ve got an appointment. She replies OK then, but fails to let my in. I try a few times. Feel vulnerable and stupid stood on the doorstep of this building, massive mental health signs on the fence. Three students sat on the high steps of a Victorian house on the other side of the road, I might as well have been wearing a dunce hat with CRAZY in flashing neon lights. Could hear their comments, wasn’t a pleasant place to be. Luckily a patient (I assume as she had no badges or NHS pass card lanyard thingy “doctors” normally have) […]
Why are telephone and internet banking “security” questions so awkward that even I can’t access my own account. It’s frustrating as I know why I’ve failed security, I was asked the values of a few recent transactions on my account. One of them I knew was Lloyds chemists, it was the prescription charge for anti depressants. I said I have no idea what the NHS charge is, 7.50 ish. I had to Google it, surely the man on phone could accept “NHS prescription fee” as the answer, but no. I explain I’m disleksyc and numbers don’t stick, but surely knowing exactly what I bought, when these items have a set price, that should be good enough. If anything shows I know my account that I knew the location of the transaction and the time of it! The reason I’m trying so hard to contact my bank is we are trying […]