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squeefulfish) wrote2009-09-08 09:35 pm
squeefulfish) wrote2009-09-08 09:35 pm
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Oh my poor poor feet. I apologise so much for taking you out of your comfy comfy crocsalike and putting you in "respectable" shoes. Smart casual is a fucking stupid dress code for a midwife, ya know. Not having scrubs available for said midwives to change into should someone start, I dunno, BIRTHING near you, also fucking stupid.
Other than getting a kneeful of placental clots, which I have to wash out myself instead of sending them to the laundry, today was bloody brilliant. Lovely staff, made all the more lovely for asking how long it was going to take me to get back to Dublin, cos obviously I'm not from around here. Such a wonderful unit! Today, for the first time EVER I saw the purple line and a physiological third stage. Fuck you Kevin O'fuckingDriscoll and your fucking active management virus.
The number of women I saw over the course of the entire day was fewer than I normally deal with in normal work. That is, fewer than I normally deal with before breakfast break. Yeah. Small units, they are the way towards the job satisfaction and lack of burnout. Antenatal class in the evening had three couples in attendance. Um. Three. The one I taught in normal work had 30, and that was considered small.
Someone used the word "vocation" around me earlier, and I didn't thwap them. That's how good a mood I was in.
Only vaguely related, today's Irish Times health section has a brilliant piece on c-sections. I'm somewhat biased though, as one of my personal superheroes is quoted. The woman made sure I could go to Edinburgh in January for nerdery, she gets all the cookies. Reminds me, should start on that essay thing she's supervising for me...
And now, I'm starving, not having eaten much all day and been on feetsies a lot. Nipped over to the graveyard on my lunch break rather than face the throng in the canteen, glad I did, remembered later on that this is Hannah's birthday so have to pop up with dad tomorrow for anniversary flowers to be arranged for later in the week.
Other than getting a kneeful of placental clots, which I have to wash out myself instead of sending them to the laundry, today was bloody brilliant. Lovely staff, made all the more lovely for asking how long it was going to take me to get back to Dublin, cos obviously I'm not from around here. Such a wonderful unit! Today, for the first time EVER I saw the purple line and a physiological third stage. Fuck you Kevin O'fuckingDriscoll and your fucking active management virus.
The number of women I saw over the course of the entire day was fewer than I normally deal with in normal work. That is, fewer than I normally deal with before breakfast break. Yeah. Small units, they are the way towards the job satisfaction and lack of burnout. Antenatal class in the evening had three couples in attendance. Um. Three. The one I taught in normal work had 30, and that was considered small.
Someone used the word "vocation" around me earlier, and I didn't thwap them. That's how good a mood I was in.
Only vaguely related, today's Irish Times health section has a brilliant piece on c-sections. I'm somewhat biased though, as one of my personal superheroes is quoted. The woman made sure I could go to Edinburgh in January for nerdery, she gets all the cookies. Reminds me, should start on that essay thing she's supervising for me...
And now, I'm starving, not having eaten much all day and been on feetsies a lot. Nipped over to the graveyard on my lunch break rather than face the throng in the canteen, glad I did, remembered later on that this is Hannah's birthday so have to pop up with dad tomorrow for anniversary flowers to be arranged for later in the week.