Today I had the freedom to wake when I chose, freedom to make a cuppa tea, freedom to get back into a comfy bed, freedom of technology, freedom of my own choice, freedom to make my own decisions, if I want to go back to sleep , I can, if I want to get up and go out, I can, freedom is a beautiful thing.
Today I woke up and and have the gift of a new day, I can walk without pain, I can breath without a struggle. I can see the beautiful world around me and can hear my radio and my family.
Whether that is my blood family or my chosen family, they are here if I need them, here to make me smile, here to listen to me, just here.
What are you grateful for today?
From the smallest thing…
Warm cup of tea, clean sheets, day off work, stroll down to the shop, birds singing, fresh air…
Doing the job I am doing at the moment definitely puts everything into prospective.
We are here on this earth for a brief moment, one minute we are here the next we are gone, how ever you think of it, what your beliefs are, take this small window of life, grab it, squeeze the hell out of it, sometimes the journey is a struggle, thats ok because it doesn’t last forever.
You don’t take your ‘things’ with you, you don’t take your money, that is all insignificant in the end.
You do leave behind the way you have made people feel, the way you have treated people, the kindness you shown, the care you have taken, the words that you have said, the laughter you have started, the tears you have shed, the memories you have created.
Looking back at my past blog posts I have used this picture three times. I love this picture because to me this represents the bond two friends have.
I took this picture a few years ago on a school trip to the local park. These boys where the classes little loveable rebels. I knew them from the day they started in nursery to the day they left in year six. They had been friends from that time in nursery and it had lasted all the way. They had their ups and downs, fall outs, but they always had that bond.
I’m so glad I caught this moment they had together that day, it just looked so peaceful, an unspoken conversation, closeness, understanding. x
Harmony…Tricky, can mean a million things to millions of people. To me it is how things complement each other, how things belong together to make one whole, the whole picture of how sky, sea and earth together together make our world, and each picture we take of the sky, sea and earth will look completely different but are only made up of those three elements.
This picture was taken one summers evening, whilst I was sitting on a wall eating fish and chips, at Teignmouth, Devon, England. x
The journey of being mum has at times been a roller coaster ride. It was a job that I never thought I would undertake because I was never the mumsy type. Don’t get me wrong I always liked children, other people’s, you can hand them back you see. I was never a mum that carried tissues in their bag to wipe sticky fingers, I was rubbish at remembering things like PE kits, dentist appointments, my best trick was turning up to appointments on the wrong day, remembering to pick them up after clubs. I was one of those mums as a teacher we hated, sending them in without a coat, not naming their clothes, not turning up for parents evening because I had lost the slip. To be fair I was expecting them both to be in therapy by the time they were teenagers because of the crap mother they had but apparently they seemed to have turned out alright, they say they love me.
They say they liked the fact I was relaxed not pushy, fun, I didn’t mollycoddle. I have taught them independents, they grew up able to cook, clean, look after themselves, help other people with no fussing or nagging on my part. I just let them get on with things and learn by their own mistakes, which believe you me they have made some.
At times I didn’t want to be a mum anymore, it’s the hardest job going, it’s a role that I wanted to be better at, I wanted to be an earth mother, Mother Teresa, Mary Poppins, but I am not, I’m just me, doing the best job in the best way that I can! X
Believe it not, what you see above is everything I carry with me on every shift. I like to have it all with me, most of it in my pockets, it makes me feel human, heres the low down…
Reading glasses – It would be no good if I couldn’t read the addresses I am going to, the meds the patient is on, see the microscopic things in wounds, read my phone, etc.
Sunglasses – Well for a start they make me look cool driving the ambo.
Pens – For the writing on gloves, taping screen, and searching drug addicts pockets.
Gloves – For general touching of everything and everybody, sometimes necessary to double glove.
Scissors – These mothers cut through anything.
Hand sanitiser – Can be also applied right up the forearms after visiting sticky carpet houses.
Hand moisturiser – Which is needed after washing your hands a hundred times, and stripping your hands of any natural oils.
Paracetamol – For the aches and pains after humping the tenth bigger framed person down five flights of stairs, because no large people get ill on the ground floor.
Base makeup – So I don’t end up looking iller than the people I am seeing after a twelve hour shift.
Chewing gum – To add to the coolness, and make my breath smell better at 3am.
Mints – Just incase the gum hasn’t worked.
Notebook – To be honest most of what is in there is spellings, these medical words are tricky fellas to spell you know.
Lip balm – To stop my lips from cracking and falling off at -5 at a roadside of a vomiting teenager.
Eye measuring thingy – Sorry don’t know the proper name, its also good for seeing small head wounds and key code pads.
Eye drops – By 4am my eyeballs feel like they are going to drop out of my head, and my contacts are pieces of grit scrapping the membrane off my eyes.
Eye spray – It wakes me up for a long 6 hour transfer.
Nursey looking watch – This would help me count breaths and heart beats if only I could see the second hand…. refer to number 1
My personalised stethoscope – This makes me feel doctorish, adds credibility that I might know what I am talking about, but it always helps if you have it turned to the right side, which on occasions I have had a slight panic thinking a person has no heart beat, even though they are sat up breathing and talking to me.
I hope you have found a slight bit of interest in what your local emergency person carries in those big green pockets. Keep safe x
As you see above Winter, this picture was taken on my old iPhone when in the rare occasion we actually got snow here, the last time being 2010. We went on a snow walk to the woods, very atmospheric!
Following the cold dark Winters is Spring, this picture represents Spring well here for me, because I live in the countryside the farmers plant the maze and then cover it with plastic which leaves an effect around us like we are surrounded in sparkly water.
Then of cause my favourite time Summer, this is me doing exactly what I want to be doing all the time, say no more you get the picture!
Then Autumn, or how some of you call it Fall, I love the colours at this time of year. The seasons just keep going round and round regardless, moving and changing. One thing you can be assured of. x
As most of the people that follow and look at this blog are not from the United Kingdom, I will explain who this man Jeremy Hunt is, he is a British Conservative member politician, who is at this moment our Secretary of Health. Last night after finishing a long shift at work, for those of you that don’t know I proudly work for the National Health Service as an Emergency Care Assistant, hoping to be one day a Paramedic. My role is to support the paramedic in what ever way that might be, which believe you me is very varied. Anyway after my shift yesterday I was reading on Twitter and listening on the news his reference to the NHS in an interview his words being…. the ‘ambulance driver’ who takes a patient to hospital…
I apologies if some of you might find this a bit gruesome, but it is the reality of life..
Just to confirm what some of things an ‘ambulance driver’ does… hold an elderly lady of 104 in your arms whilst they take their last breath, cut a mother down after they have hanged themselves, talk a son down from a railway bridge who wants to jump in front of a train, perform CPR on a gentlemen in the middle of a busy supermarket for over an hour whilst their family are screaming at you to save their father, husbands life, comfort a wife who went to bed to find her husband had just passed away, get covered in blood whilst a patient is vomiting blood because their liver has ruptured, hold someones grandmas foot on to stop it from falling off in front of the family because they fell, administer drugs because a two week old baby is struggling to breath, wash out wounds on someones father because they have crashed their bike into a central reservation, help a homeless person out of a bin and check them over, listen to their story, buy them a hot drink and a pasty, the bin was the only place they had to shelter from the rain, immobilise someones daughter after a car crash to give her the best chance to carry on walking for the rest of her life….. shall I go on?
Jeremy just think about the words that come out of your mouth because they can not be taken back. And I hope that you think of this when god forbid any of your closest family members need an ‘ambulance drivers’ help.
Your faithful national health servant who is now going to get ready to do it all over again.
I have had a week off on annual leave, (well except Wednesday I went in as a favour!) And I have been doing lots of dog walks in the wind and rain.
The first picture I went for the Arabian nights look trudging through the desert, except it was so cold on my delicate little face I needed to cover it. The second look is the Men in Black look, dressed in a alien rubber protection from acid slime suit.
My Second entry to this weeks challenge, the beauty of nature. I am sure I have many more pictures if I delve deep enough into the photo archives, but here are a tiny few that I could grab quickly. Again I don’t think I can take credit for taking these pictures, my OH is the clever one with the lens, I just benefit from them as material for this blog. x
The list would be endless to make my ancestors run out screaming with horror at the world they had come into and the family it now was!
My personal list would go something like this, try and explain half of this to time traveling stranger… divorce, gay marriage, grandchildren out of wedlock, working a ‘mans’ job, family darkness, to name but a few!
Of cause for me and to most of you nothing about this is shocking because all of this has become the norm now, times change, things move on, people develop. I wonder what it will be like for my family future?
Its one thing I have never been interested in is finding out about pass ghosts, they belong in the pass, I bet they weren’t that innocent either! x
After looking through other blogs on their response to ‘weight(less)’ I had a look through some of my old pictures and found these. I thought they fitted well. The dragonfly one above I would love to take credit for but my better half took that one, it is such a beautiful picture. I love the detail on the wings.
This spider web was outside my classroom one morning, to be fair the web looks a bit laden down by the dew. I can never get the sparkle in the pictures that I see in real life, which is always disappointing.
Again my better half took this one. Wouldn’t you just love to be flying high as free as a bird.
This is how my new year started, looking after the drunk and injured on New Year’s Eve night, from my temporary emergency treatment area in a old, cold church, where when the clock struck midnight the patient I was with realised it was midnight and proceeded to hug and kiss me.
Once home in the morning, a few hours sleep, still feeling like I had a hangover because I was so tired, I packed, caught a flight to my new year retreat after working all Christmas, I end up here…. Just a tad nicer I think, don’t you!
Champagne was waiting in our room! Breakfast followed by ice skating, spa treatments, wine cellar tour, swimming, eating, drinking and sleeping! Don’t mind if I do!
A small part of feels a bit guilty knowing at this very moment my colleagues will be working very hard to keep you all safe and well. But be rest assured I am writing this on the plane journey home and I will be soon back to it, to start all over again!
Haven’t been here for a long time, have been learning a new career, I have gone from dancer, to teacher, now I am training to be a paramedic! (don’t get excited it is going to take a while) I know I must be mad starting all over again, but it is never to late while I have breath in my body!
This picture just sums up what my life is like at the moment, unpredictable, I have gone from the routine of schools to the world of shift work, I have worked all over christmas for the first time, which I must admit i quite enjoyed!
I took this picture at Sandygate rugby stadium were I had be sent to on my shift on boxing day to cover the players just incase any of them needed a trip to hospital! I have never been to a rugby match before, I had the privilege of coming through the tunnel with the players and sitting pitch side able to be in the centre of all the action, luckily my services were not required.
i just don’t know where my day is going at the moment, one minute I am fighting off a drunk, helping a child, picking up someone off the floor, holding someone in their last moments, stopping a foot from falling off, wiping body fluids off my shoes, then I end up at a sports event!