My favourite posts for March

Earlier this month I published my favourite posts for April.  Over the next couple of weeks, I’ll be retrospectively posting my favourite bits from FULLHALFGLASS for the months of December / January and February.  Today, however, I’m doing March.

These posts are not necessarily the most popular, but they are the ones that I’ve enjoyed putting together the most.  If you haven’t already had a chance to have a look at them why the HELL not. Move your cursor over and click.  NOW *

Nursing Teacher – It’s all just smoke and mirrors

Revenge on the Whipper Snipper. Another sad Handyman Tale

Good Friday – Jesus V’s The Life of Brian

Ron’s 80th Birthday Crusade

Kiva – The Piglet Loan is being re-paid

To those who continue to leave comments or send me e-mails, thank you.  Our interaction and banter is the food that helps sustain this tired, broken down old body to keep going, and loosens the rust in the fingers so I can keep banging away at the keyboard.

Every family needs a Beauty Therapist – Brazillian for me please

Oh we do like a good celebration at cirque du us and tonight the clowns who inhabit this big top of mayhem along with a few special guest artists were in the mood.  The usual suspects were assembled, The Fat Bald Man, Ginger Ninga, The Herder of Cats, a Spice Girl, a Sex Therapist and Ziggy the Greek God.  Also along for the dips and twists of the roller coaster and dagwood dogs were Kezza the wise, The girl who could double as the Stretchy Girl from the Incredibles,  Mr Candy Crush himself and the Greek God’s life advisors, Zeus and Hera.  All had gathered to raise our glass (or more if required) in cheer for Rhiannon had successfully completed her Diploma in Beauty Therapy.DSC_0379DSC_0378

The fact that Rhiannon has gravitated to the art of making the unappealing amongst us look presentable surprises no one.  The die was case early on in her formative years.  Even as a youngster she somehow knew the therapeutic value of a mud pack and didn’t mind sharing her theories with the Digger.Scan_Pic0071

Stories abound of her love of colours and tone and her early experiments in combining decorating and make up. A bottle of wine to loosen the lips will see the Herder of Cats and Kezza the Wise gaze soulfully into the distance as they regale the tale of Rhiannon and her cousin Rachel, Picasso like, doing their best impressionist painting on the Wise one’s bath mat with lipstick. Word has it the Wise one was not amused and this is why you will rarely find a photo of her without a glass in her hand.DSC_0350Scan_Pic0050

Many finger snaps and kudos to her as I know how hard it is to graduate with a Diploma.  Just ask some of my nursing students at the moment.  There are standards that have to be meet that require skill, dedication and talent. Something that Rhiannon has in spades. Where this takes her no body knows, but importantly friends and family can be assured that a top class Brazillain is just a phone call away.  All they need to do is ask.DSC_0364DSC_0367DSC_0362DSC_0371

Winter, the jumper’s on and there’s a dearth of Quinnie’s beach shots

Each year I try to put off the inevitable for as long as possible.  But today I bowed to the pressure cold and for the first time this year put on a jumper.  It may not be a big deal to you but for me this is a landmark occasion and one I never look forward to. It’s an acknowledgement that the days of Spring, Summer and early Autumn are gone again for another year to be replaced by several months of shortened days, the very real (women just don’t understand) MAN FLU, a dearth of Quinnie’s sensational summer beach shots and introspective thoughts.

There’s really nothing to like about winter. Sure some people get all excited about the winter fashion opportunity of parading in their new season jumpers, cardigans and scarves.  Get over yourselves! Not me, I couldn’t care less. At last count I had 3 winter jumpers (I did have 4 but left one at Rocky Airport last August). A faithful and very warm polar fleece pullover purchased as a souvenir from the 2001 Goodwill Games held in Brisbane, an even older Fugly Canterbury rip off rugby jersey and a very nice dark black jacket that I wear for work and going out.  I’ve also got a couple of long sleeve T-Shirts and skivvy’s that I sometimes wear under my cycling kit, but that’s about it.  Two pair of tracky daks in rust brown and navy completes my winter wardrobe collection.DSC_0348

Add to this, Nice Cotton sheets are replaced by flannelette ones, crisp light tasty salads are replaced by heavy gluttonous stews and slow comfortable evening strolls under a lingering dusk are replaced by the call of “just 5 minutes more” coming from under the doona.  Morning toilet rituals lose that relaxed summer feel. A leisurely read of the paper on a fine spring morning is now replaced by an urgency to complete the morning tank emptying tasks post haste lest ice forms in regions where it shouldn’t.

Perhaps the only saving grace about winter is that the garden ceases to grow and the lawn requires less mowing.  Unfortunately unlike some aspects of the human anatomy that hibernate and reduce in volume during the winter the grass inescapably continues to get bigger if at a decrease rate.  Respite however is short and one of life’s cruel ironies is that as the weather warms and more opportunities present themselves for enjoyment, less time is available as that fucking garden requires more attention.  If you don’t already know, anyone wants a garden to experiment and do with what they want I have one for you.

Almost forgot, there are two good things about winter … wearing home made knitted bed socks and popping a beanie on the chrome dome.DSC_0347

 

Do you like winter?

Nursing Challenges – Care V’s Technology

It used to be that years ago the prime reason given why girls (and it was mainly girls) gravitated to the nursing field was a desire to care and look after sick people. Put bluntly, the academic prowess or achievements of the young lass was often a secondary consideration for acceptance.  This isn’t meant to put anyone down, it was the golden and glorious age of sexism and stereotyping   People (mainly women) with a modest educational profile had an avenue for employment that did not require the grades needed that would have enabled them to enter University.

In the initial stages of training to become a nurse most tasks were manual in nature and required little by way of intellectual or critical thought.  Novices were shown by Matrons the right way to scrub a pan, make a bed, clean up vomit and wipe a dirty bottom and no question was asked for fear of a frightful lashing of the tongue or the promise of a month of night shift. It was a case of Monkey see, Monkey do and for a long time it worked quite well, this Master / Apprentice type model.

In many ways the “old fashioned Nurses” scope was a lot broader and more varied than today’s Professional.  Long before Dieticians, Social Workers, Occupational Therapists and other members of the multidisciplinary team graduated from Universities and joined the system, the nurse was the all rounder, looking after the total patient and trusted by all for her judgement which was based on a hard earned reputation built on years of experience and compassion. Today’s nurse strives to provide holistic care but is this the same (for better or worse) as the whole of person care previously given. A lot of Nurses today complain that they spend more time seeing that compliance standards are meet then meeting the needs of the patient.

The change since nursing moved from Hospital based to the Tertiary setting has necessitated a seismic change in the acceptable minimum academic requirements to even begin to train as a Nurse.  Is this a good or a bad thing? The same people who 40 years ago may have had only very basic education and who have gone on to be today’s exceptional nurses and leaders would never have been given the opportunity to enrol now.

Whether it is liked or not, in today’s health care environment a certain level of academic expertise is needed and expected and if they are not meet a Nursing qualification is unattainable. OP scores will dictate if a school leaver will receive an offer for a University or TAFE place.  Once in the course be it a Diploma or Degree, it does not matter what passion or empathy is in the heart, it doesn’t matter how hard someone works or studies, if a student cannot cobble together an acceptable presentation or assignment they will not qualify to become an Enrolled or Registered Nurse. Being a good person doesn’t matter if the minimum academic criteria is not meet.  It can be harsh and at times it can be cruel.

Today’s nurse has to be techno savvy. There’s no way around it, they simply have to be.  It can literally be the difference between life and death.  Machines that prod, poke and are connected to the patient need to be programmed, calibrated, interrupted, analysed and understood. This cannot be done without training, practice and experience and all of this starts with education and assessment. Today’s Nursing environment demands and does not apologise for this.

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This is not to say that some who struggle with the technical aspects of qualifying to become a nurse will find practising difficult once they have graduated.  It can be quite the opposite.  The vast amount of technology that is used in Health Care is absolute in nature and structure. Once understood it can then be mastered.  Education, repetition and mentoring at the coalface will see to that.  Perhaps it is only then once this is achieved that Real Nursing, old fashioned “whole of person care” Nursing can commence?

What do you think?

ZIGENBINE! Greek God or Naughty Little Boy

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERALast Sunday, it was our families great pleasure to attended the belated 21st Birthday of Ziggy. A great time was had by all as we got our Greek on and feasted on the fine fare and hospitality provided by Kevin and Kath.  Rhiannon’s toy boy and play thing had finally come of age and from all reports has entered manhood with the ceremonial official dropping of his squid like tentacles.

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As a lad he has been a delight to have around the house.  As a certified Adult the open invitation will continue to be extended but he will now be expected to move heavy things when required. He is under no illusions and has frequently been told that breaking up with Rhiannon is not an option.  It would just be too hard if we had to choose between the two of them if this were to happen.

A Greek God or a Naughty Boy? You be the judge.  Happy Birthday Ziggy!

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