Archive for October, 2008

The children…

Not a brilliant picture, but for all five of them to be in view of the camera lens at once is a rare occurence indeed. The feline members of the family have immaculate manners and always eat at the table. Some people seem to find this slightly distasteful. I’m sure I don’t know why. Peanut, the ginger and white kitty, is the baby and the most gregarious of the bunch. He’s about three, very affectionate and ever so slightly annoying. His favourite place to be is draped around the neck of a human being, any human being. He talks. A lot.

Moses (the black and white one at the back) is the firstborn and is approximately seven years old. He is actually very insecure. Although he has, over the years, developed the ability to intimidate visitors. Most people are a little afraid of him. His favourite place to be is on the warm lap of a human being. But, unlike Peanut, not just any human being. It must be Me or Emma. If he is feeling particularly needy, he will overcome his social phobia for brief periods: he has been known to perch on the laps of very frequent visitors, namely the Burnetts and the Pooles.

Charlie, the tabby, is the one and only girl cat. She’s five. Charlie is very independant although she really does greatly enjoy a fuss. She gets most excited and rolls around on the floor. Her favourite place is as far away from the other two cats as possible. She likes the garden. She can take or leave human beings.

Archie and Bess are the adorable house rabbits. Archie is approximately five (which is getting on a bit for a bunny). He thinks he’s a cat. He can often be found curled up on a chair or lying in front of the heater. He has very few teeth so all his food must be finely chopped, grated or shredded. He’s also incontinent. He is very very sweet and much loved.

Bess is almost three. She, like Moses, is also very timid. But she will give as good as she gets if she thinks she’s under threat. I have the bite marks to prove it. When Emma collected her from the rabbit rescue centre, she was verging on the morbidly obese. Literally. Thanks to a diet of hay and super pellets lite coupled with plenty of exercise, she now has a BMI of which she can be proud. She does still eat everything in sight which is precisely why the puddy tats have been forced to eat at the table.

A funny thing happened…

Me and Emma went to Warwick Castle this weekend. It was lovely. The weather was lovely. The castle and its surroundings are rather beautiful. Emma tends to be a bit snap happy, so whenever we go anywhere there are always loads of photos of me and none of her. If I remember, and can be bothered, I try to get at least a couple of her. I figure that one day she’ll need some physical reminders of good times she had. Useful for when her memory starts to fail. Also something for her to stick on facebook when she feels  the need to change her profile pic. And to send to grandparents and the like. Anyway I was about to take this photograph, for the aforementioned reasons, when a heartwarming event took place…

*New paragraph. Heeding advice of more experienced (and older ;) ) bloggers. Lots of white space. Kind on the eyes. Maybe people will keep reading. etc. etc.*

Two men approached. I think they were probably married. They looked like they were married. To each other. One of them, the one in the pink shirt and open sandals, kindly offered to take a photograph of me and Emma together. In a gesture of solidarity. Us lot should stick together. That kind of general idea. So I dutifully handed him the camera and sat next to Emma, trying to give the impression that we were in love. As you can see, Emma did the same. It would’ve been rude not to. Really, it would have. He was most pleased with himself. I think he was satisfied with the result. And it is actually a very nice photograph.

Although it was pretty amusing, it was actually very kind and quite sweet. And kindness always makes me happy. I wish them both the very best :)

I can’t say we’re not used to the kind of situation I’ve just described. We have lived together for seven years. And we do now jointly own a house. We have three cats. And two rabbits. Jointly. It’s going to get even more confusing for everybody when the foster kids move in.

By the by, I never change my facebook pic. It’s a photo of my feet. And lower legs. Dangling from a treehouse. I like it. Just thought I’d mention it. By the by.

It’s Friday!

Well I am at the end of week two of the first theory block . This block will be twelve weeks in total. So far it has been very very interesting. For one of the modules, research and evidence-based practice, we have to carry out a literature review related to a specific therapeutic intervention. Our group, heavily influenced by my good self, has chosen dialectical behaviour therapy (DBT) as a support for people with Borderline Personality Disorder. As a group we will present the results of our review to the larger group. Individually we will write a 3,000 report on the topic, the review, the results and implications for practice. I’m not looking forward to reading one article after another way into the night or the stress involved with writing and rewriting until it makes some kind of sense. But I am looking forward to finding out more about the whole thing. Personality disorder interests me. Labelling an individual for responding a particular way to unhealthy and often intolerable circumstances in order to survive physically and emotionally seems a little upside down. Funny way to look at things in my humble opinion.

Anyway, it’s Friday today. This is good for two reasons at least. Firstly, we are only in lectures from 9.30 until 1pm today. Secondly, tomorrow is Saturday which is usually closely followed by Sunday. On these days there are no lectures at all. Me and Emma are definately going to Warwick Castle this weekend. I know I said we were going last weekend but I lied. Emma found the idea of laying a floor at Jeanette and Ian’s far more appealing. It does look brilliant though. So hopefully we’ll really go tomorrow!

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It’s Friday!

Well, it’s all go already. I think this term is going to be very interesting. We’re basically covering two modules – a reasearch/evidence one and another one purely about mental health nursing. In the second one, we’ll be covering the current Mental Health Act but mostly we’ll be looking at assessment in all its fulness.

I love my paperchase filofax . I bought it when I heard I had a place on the course. It’s great. It’s got diary pages, contact details pages and note pages (I made myself so I don’t have to carry around extra paper or note books). And at the back, there’s space for all my timetables and what have you. It even has a pen/pencil place. I’ve tried it out in a few lectures (as you can see) and it does everything I need it to. I love it.

This weekend I’m hoping to visit Warwick Castle. My mentor at my last placement gave me a couple of tickets. I’ve never been before. Probably because it’s extortionate. I’m looking forward to the weekend :)

One year through…

The 12 months has been full of ups and downs. I’ve completed one academic year of the mental health nursing course. This has involved three placements, two 8 week inpatient settings and a 4 week community setting. One of these placements involved an informal case study and presentation and another involved a formal case study and presentation. There have also been 20 weeks university time, lots of coursework, a practical clinical skills exam, 2 essays (one 1250 words and one 2500 words), a maths exam, 2 reflective pieces (1250 and 1500 words), and a short answer mental health exam. As a direct result of the course, I have felt every emotion from despair to elation. I have made lots of, a few really good friends (and a load of other friends who I quite like a lot of the time). Overall my mark for the year (adding up all the results and dividing them by the number of assessments) was 85.2. They were all fairly similar. I’m slightly embarrassed because it’s a lot higher than I thought I would be getting when I started a year ago but I’m also obviously very pleased. Placements have been a lot better than I expected too. Being somewhat agorphobic, I was particularly worried about this aspect of the training. When I’m looking for work, I’ll have to take into account how I’m going to get there and be pretty selective. I know this will put me at a serious disadvantage but I also know things have a way of working out. But placements on the course cannot be selected. They can be (and have been) in Warwickshire as well as Coventry. As it turns out, there is a lovely lady at Coventry university called Rosie. She can, if need be, talk to placement allocations about keeping them local. I haven’t done that so far. Because there is also a thing called DSA. Students with a diagnosed physical or mental health condition or learning disability can apply for help they need to complete the course. For me, this has involved the payment of taxis to placements and occasionally to university aswell as a few useful bits of equipment and some help with books and stuff. The process was a nightmare and there were many hoops to jump through but the support with finances really helped. Forgetting the travel issues, I have loved my placements. The first was a shock to the system but the last two were great. And I passed with good feedback and stuff.

So here I am at the start of year two. By christmas, we will have completed two more modules (one double) and will have produced a 2500 word essay about assessments and assessment tools, a 3000 word report about evidence-based-practice and research and we will have sat an exam on the metal health act. I think there is an assessed brief presentation in there aswell but I’m not a hundred percent sure on the assessed bit. Following that little lot, we will be out on placement again from January. I don’t know when we find out where we will be going. Last year it was about three weeks before we were due to start. Looking ahead, it’s all very daunting. The workload and the placements. But looking back and seeing what we’ve done already puts things into perspective. I would have passed out if I’d known at the start what would have to be acheived in the first year. But it did all get done.

Looking a bit further ahead, I’m starting to think about switching to the degree at the start of the third year. You can do that on most nursing courses. Some courses allow you to switch but only award an unclassified degree. Other courses award a degree with honours. I was a bit unsure about how it all works but (as of yesterday) I have it on reliable authority that that my cohort at my university will receive an honours degree if they make the switch. Interest has to be declared to personal tutors in writing as early as possible and then the personal tutor makes the recommendation following an interview with the student. I will be £4000 worse off during the third year which is one of the reasons for my uncertainty about the decision.  If the degree were unclassified, I would have to really think about it. But with nursing likely to become an all-graduate profession over the coming years and the option of the full honours degree, I’m pretty sure I’m going to do it. I don’t think the honours bit makes any difference to becoming a nurse but I’m interested in carrying out research and similar academic roles so I think it would be good. I’m also thinking these kinds of jobs are likely to be based in one location although that may not actually be true. As for money in the final year, I have a bit of money saved from when I was working. And Emma said she’ll help me out. You never know what’s round the corner anyway. I think it will probably all be okay financially.

This is probably sooo boring for anyone else to read but it’s my blog and I feel better for getting it all down so there you go! I’m going to go and read now. Something about assessment or research or the mental health act. And there’s a Columbo on later!


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