I went to a meeting this morning. It was boring to the point of complete tedium. I have been co-opted onto a committee by someone who asked so nicely that I couldn’t respectably refuse. I loathe meetings and feel that perhaps I should have been a tad more assertive when asked. When someone talks at lenght never mind how hard I try not to I always seem to end up complying a mental shopping list.Today’s was for at least a month. The upside of it is that I get paid £15 which funds a night in the pub. I was thinking that maybe there is a career to be made out of attending meetings. If I fitted in 2 a day that would be £130 pounds which is more than i get on benefit. However i don’t really think that i am that self destructive.
There are some more than usual potty people on the ward at the moment. J is an elderly lady of 72 who shouldn’t really been there except they have just closed down one of the main elderly mentally ill units. Apparently she starts talking from the moment she gets up until she goes to sleep. For all I know she probably talks in her sleep. If you talk to her she chats back and very witty she is. The rest of the time she talks to herself. There is not even a voice to talk back to her.I think they are keeping her in hospital until they win the argument about her going into sheltered accomadation. The danger is that she gets well settled into hospital and doesn’t want to go anywhere. That happened with another elderly patient who ended up being there for well over a year. They were so concerned about how she would react when they tried to move her that they had the police on site.As it happened she walked out smiling.
V. is quite a regular patient. This time when she was admitted she was literally skin and bone. She was drinking so mush water that they had to locker her bathroom and the 2 main toilets downstairs. She goes around with a plastic bag on her head because, I think, she had a morbid fear of headlice. She used to frequent the pub across the road but has recently been barrred. No one is quite sure of the reason.
I took a patient from the men’s ward and one from the women’s shopping this afternoon. As soon as we got into the shop they both raced off in different directions. They are both on Sections and there is a small risk of abscionsion. I decided to stick with P because he was very nervous. He has been in hospital for well over a year and this was only his third exursion out and I was aware that he might find it difficult. But when I went to look for D there was no sign of her. P got very upset and wouldn’t buy anything until we tracked her down. I was initially pretty laid back and then he started to get me wondering. I eventually discovered her deep in the tracksuit section.
A minor digression: I came home yesterday to find water dripping through the ceiling. I sat and looked at it for a while and then it crossed my mind that perhaps i should be doing something. Coincidentally I had been talking to my bank last week and they mentioned in passing that i had also sorts of domestic cover. I eventually managed to track down the booklet and yes, lo and behold, I was covered. There was a lapse of 1hr 30 between me phoning and the plumber fixing the problem. Cat is a bit distraught becasue he had only recenlty discovered the airing cupboard as place to nestle into. Now it’s all soaking wet and so he is back on my bed.
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