Maybe Not...

I've decided that if I ever become a doctor or nurse or "healthcare professional" (thank you senior management for an ambiguous job related to hospitals), I've decided that I'm not doing psych or geriatrics.


Because seriously, the nights A&E doubles up as a Care of the Elderly ward or a low-security psych ward aren't fun.

Although 6 police officers dogpiling on a lady who's off her head is hi-friggin-larious.



And speaking of becoming a doctor, my UCAS has been sent and I am waiting.... patiently.

I'm gonna get fired soon

Hopefully not, but chances are I could guess the reason why if I did.


Why do some nurses find the overwhelming urge to be a bitch to everyone that they don't work with (as well as their patients)?

And it's especially the HCAs... because the SNs are able to stand up for themselves and you wouldn't dare have a go at a SR/CN, especially a SSR/SCN, or even Matron.

What do you want me to do when the saline hasn't been hanged? I'm not allowed to handle her cannula (unless I remove it). Do you want me to take her back to A&E, get a nurse to hang the saline then bring her back up? Waste my time and yours? You want me to hang the line, and because I'm not trained, give her a massive air embolis and kill her? (Don't worry folks, I'm far more competent than that)

No? Then stop looking at me like I'm incompetent.



End rant.

Another Day...

We have a patient sitting on the floor and shouting for a nurse.



After he's decided to jump off the trolley and take the mattress and bedding with him.

Now, nurses generally don't like things on the floor, just generally (especially patients), but in this case, we let it slide.

Welcome to the NHS.

Results Pt2

So I realise that nobody actually reads this blog. Hmph.

However, this blog is the black box of where things are likely to go wrong. Yes folks, I reckon it's all likely to go downhill from here - because I enter the workforce, and the mighty workforce of the NHS, right at the bottom.

But I have began to consider my future if I fail to get anywhere this year.

Looking back over the past year, I can see where I may have gone wrong (though I still don't know how good my old personal statement is, help anyone?). Ultimately I have decided that this is another shot at medicine, and unless something really changes, my last chance. I'm going to university regardless of medicine in 2010 entry.

I've learnt this year, looking at how things turned out for me, my mates going through results day, phoning unis and clearing, that my plans shouldn't be as fixed as I have them in my head currently.

Yes, I've seen quite a few people get into Bristol, Newcastle and Sheffield with lower grades than their offer (not for medicine), but some weren't as lucky.

Which is probably why I think I'm likely to be able to stomach graduate medicine. Odd, I know, but normality is overrated. Plans change, my plans, goals, priorities, view on the world; everything changes. I think if I entered for another degree, everything would change. It's hardly an unreasonable assumption to make. I think I would invest myself in my new subject, and medicine would fall away.

Or maybe not. Maybe I'm just sleep deprived, still feeling rough from results day drinking and then some, feeling cynical or just crazy.

And Here's Where Lives Are Ruined....

.... specifically mine as I start blogging.

Why? Existential I am this morning (night?) sitting at 1am starting a blog.

Maybe I'm blogging because I'm insecure, because I actually have no friends or because I have a few Healthcare Assistant interviews/assessments coming up and am feeling rather apathetic about it.

Or maybe I just wanted a diary of things when it comes to writing a personal statement because my long term memory is shocking. Or maybe I don't exist.

I don't know.

I don't care any more.

I need to get out more....