Reflecting the night before yesterday evening (the evening before I was coming home), round the courtyard for the last time, I was feeling how much I was looking forward to going to the acute ward yesterday. I can feel impatient at times, that’s for sure. And I’m wondering whether I’m once back at my home … Continue reading After the next thing, and the next…
I know it’s only just November but is it Christmas Eve?? It is for me, anyway. So as I began some exercise with the personal trainer here (probs mid-lunge) I was invited into my ward round. I’ve been put on 15-minute checks now rather than constant observation. Tick. There is a bed available on my … Continue reading A Light at the End of the Tunnel!
There’s a problem here, on the PICU. A serious one in my eyes. Short-staffing. I’ve submitted a complaint as the nurse in charge said it may help them. The thing is, you’re granted privileges such as 1:1 instead of 2:1 staff on you, and ground leave twice a day. When I was on 2:1 it … Continue reading Lessons Learnt on a PICU
Is it bad that I’m more anxious about there being an extra hour in this place today as the clocks go back, than I am happy that it’s Halloween? I call it ‘this place’ but I know it’s also a good place, for healing when people need it. But I’m past that point now and … Continue reading Confession from a Psych Ward
Woah. Just woah. It’s one of those days. Had a great sleep, but I’m really sad that I can’t be home. Home-sick. I’ve learnt to know now that it’s not the doctor’s say-so here now, it’s back home. Bed management on the acute ward. So that I guess gives me hope but disappointment too. I … Continue reading Being in the Ethnic Minority on a Psych Ward