Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Another year nearer the half century and last night I celebrated with music and beer. A good night out and no hangover this morning. However, a pall has been cast over my birthday celebrations because Mrs C. has been recalled to the breast clinic for further tests so any plans for this week have been placed on hold.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

After a lengthy session with a friend yesterday drinking cheap real ale and catching up on news, an early night was needed. I have no capacity for afternoon drinking hence the early night and my waking up at 4.30 a.m. Best thing I did since Mrs C and I spent a lovely morning in Mablethorpe. Sunshine, walking and enjoying the atmosphere. It cleared away the cobwebs and is a pertinent reminder as to why we moved up here.

What I love is the huge sky and the light and space. Wonderful. Great to see families enjoying themselve with the traditional activities: football, burying kids in the sand and splashing in the surf. I wish I'd packed my shorts but I bet the water was cold.


Friday, September 25, 2009

Well! That was a week I am glad to see the back of. Good and bad stuff on the work front: the good being the work itself and my two colleagues with the bad as mentioned in my previous post. I have a week off and then I am back working half time in the crisis team and the other half as a a best interests assessor. The best of both worlds I hope. Having gained insight into the world of management I am glad to remain a clinician working on the frontline with our 'customers'. Irrespective of the crap we deal with it is so much cleaner than the machiavellian machinations of the world of NHS management. I've worked for private companies and many of these useless specimens would be surgically removed and deposited at the nearest job centre. Oddly enough, some of the most capable and hardest working people are the younger ones there and I don't doubt that once the hiving off to private practice begins they will be at the forefront. It's not for me, liberal-pinko dyed in the wool NHS luvvie that I am. I might be long in the tooth but if the future is a move towards greater privatisation and the opportunities are there, I'll certainly look to sell my services as a clinician.

My other gripe is the old perennial which happily becomes less of a problem with my change in status: commuting and especially the rash of roadworks which appears to have multiplied lately. Four sets of temporary traffic lights along one seven mile stretch alone. Two days running my daily commute took three hours and the third day I took an alternate route which was worse. I think I spent five hours driving on Wednesday - no wonder my arse hurt. As for the roads , with the later evenings I'm afraid the bunny kill appears to have increased with too many of their corpses lining the country roads of Lincolnshire.

My plans for the week off, weather permitting, may include a trip to Whitby as well as some pottering about doing as little as possible. This may also involve music and beer...pope, bears, catholicism and woods plus defecation amount to well worn cliches here. I might just spend my days walking the pooch in the Wolds and evenings in my local pub. Whatever, it will be chilled and taken at a leisurely pace.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Just sitting quietly listening to Radcliffe & Maconey whilst sipping an Irish Malt Whiskey (Cooley's of Kilbeggan, Westmeath). Bottled for Sainsbury's so not just tasty and spot hitting, it's also cheap! It's certainly needed after the past week where we discovered at work our true worth as best interests assessors...diddly squat. One colleague recalled to his team despite no pressing need and the two of us left have been evicted from our office to make way for a business manager. We can make use of a small space cleared for us where the PC will be plonked until that too disappears. To say I am pissed off is an understatement and is a further indication of lip service to clinicians whilst assorted accountants, business and marketing oiks, bean counters, etc... move in. Privatisation is on its way irrespective of whichever party gets in: pale blue or dark blue tories. Most people believe it is about health but it's a business now. If that's the case why don't we go the whole hog and those shysters who cannot justify their employment can fuckoffski! I could be self employed and offer my services.
What is bizarre is that several months ago I suggested we work on the hoof with laptops and printers as our 'office' can be anywhere. We are then mobile, can respond very quickly and do the extensive paperwork in situ. At least our boss had the good grace to admit he turfed us out so that he keeps in with his boss and we aren't as important in the scheme of things. It still stinks and I feel sorry for my colleague who has been shafted as he's dragged back to his previous job for no good reason. He is philosophical about it and said "I've got a job so I can't complain".
I think a second whiskey is needed and perhaps an early night after umpteen miles travelled and some very difficult assessments this week. I'm back on the road again tomorrow and then a well deserved week off to potter about...and a birthday to celebrate although considering Mrs.C is now unemployed and that on top of a week of waiting for biopsy results from the breast clinic...perhaps I should drink to thank the gods for some good news as she got the all clear.
My glass now needs retopping.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Excellent...Just cannot beat this...


Saturday, September 19, 2009

Your results:
You are Superman

Green Lantern
The Flash
Iron Man
Wonder Woman

You are mild-mannered, good,
strong and you love to help others.

Click here to take the "Which Superhero am I?" quiz...

I am sure I ticked the box "I don't wear a cape" and my underpants stay underneath my trousers.
I think we should have a national 'Superheroes day' where everyone has to dress as a superhero and go about their everyday business. I would be Dr Strange and throw strange shapes and mutter incantations as I assess someone in A&E. Maybe I should start a petition to No. 10 for 'A National Superheroes Day' as a bank holiday.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I watched a wonderful programme last night about Tudor music, specifically Thomas Tallis and William Byrd.

I can also recommend BBC Radio 3 at the weekends for the early music show for more of the same. Sublime...
Hurrah! I have been informed that my colleagues and I have a further six months contract as 'half 'n' half' crisis team and best interest assessors. That'll be a headache for the pay department and HR (Human Remains) to sort out. As long as I get paid at the months end I'll be happy.So the good news is that I do get the best of both worlds although once the next lot are trained up and mentored by us we'll be turfed back into our teams full time and rota'd in to do the work.
A difficult case has come up and I had to get legal on someone's ass today. I suspect I shall be shouted at tomorrow by a couple of people but when I pointed out "You do know you will be breaking the law" and "Talk to this nice lawyer* who will explain everything I've just told you but with greater vigour and why management may not look favourably upon you during the next phase of rationalisation after you cost the Trust £xxxxx". I said all of this in a nice way because the individual wasn't at fault but I also pointed out that they were told this three weeks ago and chose to ignore our advice. Hence the lawyers & social services interest and the potential for senior managers to come gliding down the emerald staircase from their ivory tower unless they listen to and act upon my advice now. It got their attention....

* She is drop dead gorgeous as well as being nice....sigh...

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Finally, I can catch up on blogs this week. The sad news is the departure of El Tel from his breakfast show at the end of this year. He has been a daily part of many peoples lives including my own. Occasionally irritating but he generally gets me off to a good start each day with a wry chuckle at some of the lunacy that abounds in the world. Sadly I am not looking forward to Chris Evans' takeover although I often listen to his drivetime show. However, I will give it a listen and make my mind up then. I guess some of the sadness resulting from the Togmeister leaving is the loss of yet another familiar icon. A real sense of loss although he will have a weekend show which we can listen to.

On the home front, the ol' fella is still in hospital; I am again full of cold and I finally got round to fixing a door: a 'successful' attempt at DIY although it does have an air of the Bodgeit brothers about it. We are resisting the desire to turn the central heating on yet but the evenings are getting a bit nippier as autumn displaces the summer. However, whenever Mrs C. turns on the gas fire a flurried furry frenzy of canine et felix ensues as they jockey for the prime position in front of it. One other bright note was the female streaker at the pub quiz night. She spoiled it all by her later drunken antics and got herself barred. Her streak got a round of applause from the men and general opprobrium from the women. She cheated because she kept her underwear on...not a full streak then.
As for work...we still have had no official word as to WTF happens next...

Make mine a nice juicy Burgundy because I am most assuredly confused by managers leaving important decisions until the last minute. I must away as a lemsip has my name on it.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Another working week done and dusted and quite a busy one for me. Lots of mileage, teaching, liaison and visiting care homes. To cap it all I received a phone call saying my father had had another stroke and is in hospital. Numerous attempts to phone a regional hospital in Ireland with no success. I then discovered the call barring I asked for mobile numbers included international calls. After 45 minutes of being passed from pillar to post and then being told "It will take between 2 and 24 hours to remove" I eventually shouted at someone "Cancel the call bar completely and if I don't get through within the next hour you can stick this service up your collective call centre arses and I'll take my business elsewhere!" One hour later I spoke with a very nice nurse who informed me he is suffering from a variety of health problems but he had not had a stroke. For once I am glad someone in the extended family got it wrong or exaggerated my Dads health problems. He sounded fairly ok and desperate to return to the nursing home for a 'rest'. I'm going out to see the old bugger next year before other bits drop off him.

Sunday, September 06, 2009

Here's a interesting site. You can type in the place of choice, home town, ex's house, work, etc...

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Woot and woo!
Yep, I took a stroll up to the docks to view the clipper yachts. A lot of activity with a funfair and the usual hot dog stalls. The yachts look sleek but small although the tall masts should look magnificent with the sails aloft. Designed to capture as much wind as possible and for speed. The picture below gives the itinerary, mileage and the various races involved.

I brought the pooch along, for the walk and the canine olfactory heaven of the fish docks. But I have to wander at the amount of Yorkshire Terriers brought along by their owners via car. Fucking yappy little things annoying every other dog including the guide dogs. I also met the ever delightful Austin Mitchell M.P....grumpy git could barely say hello but I guess I am only one of the plebs who put him in office (not next year tho'). Tie the terriers to his ankles and chuck 'em all in the dock for a newsworthy story.

Notwithstanding that I enjoyed myself and had yet another salutary reminder as to one of the reasons why we moved to Grimsby: my desire to take up sailing again. I learnt to sail at school with two years sailing at a local reservoir and off the coast at Brightlingsea.

To do that tho' will take some serious effort over the next year to lose weight, regain some fitness and to then start sailing lessons again. Small boats around the docks because it's thirty years since I last sailed a boat. An excellent incentive to get me off my arse and started. Several miles walking today has left me suitably knackered so more tea and a rest needed.

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Further to an earlier post...

Why money had to be spent on an external agency to identify where to make cuts and savings...? Possibly that explains the government's desire to nanny us all by harping on about fags, booze, fat and lazy lifestyles. Stop these and get fit so that you do not fall ill and end up in hospitals where there are no clinical staff but plenty of clipboard wavers who will ensure you receive equal access to a lack of services.

I've just heard on the radio that ministers deny any intent to act upon this report. So why commission the report in the first place unless it is the usual mealy mouthed politicians approach to making hard decisions: prevaricate, obfuscate and blame others before panicking and making cuts in all the wrong areas.
Cuts do have to be made but by identifying what the NHS is for...mend, repair, care, cure in a timely fashion and where really needed in clean hospitals and in the community. Support the staff to do this: pay, necessary admin. All the rest is extraneous and can likely be cut. Bloody hell, I'm wound up before I've even arrived at work.

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

I am a cat magnet...they just seem to naturally gravitate towards me. Admittedly, I often encourage them and it is only Mrs C. who stops me having a houseful of cats.As I write this Tigger is clambering over the keyboard and looking for attention. The three we have are probably more than enough as well as the dog. The dog's daily stress rises ever higher as I allow Molly (small, brown & frightened of her own shadow)to sleep in our bedroom at night; Tigger (large, stripey, vocal & sadly an excellent hunter) to clamber all over me; Mog (small, tuxedo cat) who sleeps under our bed whenever he can. The poor mutt cannot comprehend why they have privileges denied to her. Too big to sit on my lap and if she ever padded around the keyboard I suspect I'd end up paying a visit to PC World. Unfortunately, the cats can only tolerate each other for a while before the scrapping begins. Usually noisy with frantic dashes around the house and garden whilst the dog howls her head off to get at them. She keeps the peace by chasing all of the participants out of the garden.
Thank the gods we have a large house for them to hide away in.
I am working from home today with phones, PC and notebook poised ready for the next referral. I've completed the teaching materials for next weeks session and geared it towards problems and concerns that arise in A&E departments. Once they realise I am a nurse from a crisis team I expect the 'knives' to come out. However, in our rural team we provide a rapid response to A&E and generally resolve crises fairly quickly. I'll just have to remind them that we are not an emergency service despite the fairy tales of 'Casualty' and the like. Mind you, I haven't watched Casualty for since the early days of Duffy and Charlie...I've no idea who's in it now. I must away...

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Back to the grindstone today and after nearly two weeks leave it was hard to get disciplined (ooh er) and get my mind focused on work. I put together a mental capacity act teaching session for emergency care practitioners, followed by a meeting with the various managers to review the teams progress. It went reasonably well and we are nearer to a management decision regarding our future roles. I also got my mileage back pay so hopefully a better month moneywise.I have managed to reduce the drive to and from work to 2 1/2 hours for the round trip although today took 3 hours. Tractors, arctic monkeys and appalling weather made for a fun drive home. To make up for earning my daily bread I am having a well earned beer and enjoying some excellent music on you tube. How about this for starters...

Now that your appetite has been whetted here is the main course of Humble Pie...

Seany will be ahead of the game for the next course is...

...and to end including the obligatory cigarette.