Good morning folks!!!
It is Wednesday today?
I just needed to make sure – the days are sort of just flowing into one another…
Although, today is payday.
Time to be completely broke again.
I do wonder if I’ll ever be able to earn a salary that will be enough to cover expenses as well as have a bit left over for a few extra things.
That has to be a nice feeling!!
And now for something completely different!!!
Had yet another civil conversation with the ex yesterday.
And it was about money – granted, not for me, for the kids, but still.
Those conversations used to be fraught with blame and ugliness.
Maybe I’ve calmed down a bit.
Maybe he’s calmed down a bit.
It’s all good though.
Does make a welcome change to have an adult conversation with the person that is not known for it.
Looks like the sun is trying to peek through the clouds.
We had some more lovely rain here last night – it cools everything down just beautifully.
What to wear becomes a tad difficult though!
Never certain if it’s going to hot up, or if it will stay relatively cold.
Oh well, nothing that a jersey can’t cure 😉
Got some bad news about my sister’s MiL.
The old lady has been suffering with glandular cancer for ages.
Got chemo, went into remission, got it again, got TB of the bones, treated that, got major chemo again.
Yesterday they told her that she’s basically got a year left to live.
The thought that immediately crossed my mind was if it’s better to have your loved ones removed quickly, or if it’s better to have time to say goodbye.
And then I thought, how must she feel?
How do you deal with the fact that you, in all likelihood, have about 365 days left to live?
What do you do in those days?
Carry on as per usual?
Or do you throw all the stops and do all the things you’ve never done before?
I don’t know if I want news like that.
Then again, if you don’t, you tend to not treat time as the precious commodity it really is.
And each day flows into the next one, without change, without regard.
Was asked a question yesterday.
What did you learn today?
At first I thought, nothing new.
And then I realised that I god a word that I’ve come across before, but have never known the true meaning of.
I learnt about solar flares and that last year was the worst year regarding natural disasters.
And that my power animal is an oompa loompa 😉
So, maybe, even if we don’t know when we’ll die, we should try do something new, learn something new, no matter how small.
At least try to make each day count for something other than just working and eating and sleeping…
And then lastly.
The old lady is in Johburg Gen.
A hospital that, when it was built, was the gem of the Southern hemisphere.
My aunt used to work there way back.
Had the longest hospital corridor in some place or other in those days.
Now, it’s a mess.
My sister tells me that during visiting hours, they lock everything.
There’s no soap or loo paper or paper towels in the bathrooms.
And I have to wonder, why does everything have to be a mess in Africa?
Why do chaos reign?
Is it really that difficult to keep a place clean and well ordered?
To maintain things?
To treat public places better than you do your own house?
To think of the next person and their misery?
And to try and make the experience slghtly better than it has to be?
At the moment, I don’t have a medical aid.
So, if I have something major wrong with me, I will end up in one of the provincial hospitals.
And that fills me with trepidation.
I don’t think those are places you get well at.
So, best I hop to it then.
Got to earn a better living so I can afford medical aid…
Hope your day is splendid 😉
Notice to All EMS Personnel
From: Chief of Operations
Subject: Proper Narrative Descriptions
It has come to our attention from several emergency rooms that many EMS
narratives have taken a decidedly creative direction lately. Effective
immediately, all members are to refrain from using slang and abbreviations
to describe patients, such as the following.
a.. Cardiac patients should not be referred to as suffering from MUH
(messed up heart), PBS (pretty bad shape), PCL (pre-code looking) or HIBGIA
(had it before, got it again).
b.. Stroke patients are NOT “Charlie Carrots.” Nor are rescuers to use
CCFCCP(Coo Coo for Cocoa Puffs) to describe their mental state.
c.. Trauma patients are not CATS (cut all to sh*t), FDGB (fall down, go
boom), TBC (total body crunch) or “hamburger helper.” Similarly,
descriptions of a car crash do not have to include phrases like “negative
vehicle to vehicle interface” or “terminal deceleration syndrome.”
d.. HAZMAT teams are highly trained professionals, not “glow worms.”
e.. Persons with altered mental states as a result of drug use are not
considered “pharmaceutically gifted.”
f.. Gunshot wounds to the head are not “trans-occipital implants.”
g.. The homeless are not “urban outdoorsmen,” nor is endotracheal
intubation referred to as a “PVC Challenge.”
h.. And finally, do not refer to recently deceased persons as being “paws
up,” ART (assuming room temperature), CC (Cancel Christmas), CTD (circling
the drain), DRT (dead right there) or NLPR (no long playing records).
I know you will all join me in respecting the cultural diversity of our
patients to include their medical orientations in creating proper narratives
and log entries.