Sick people make for sickness of mind.
Nov. 25th, 2007 09:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squeefulfishI've been having an interesting week.
It's mostly been involving more bodily fluids and the like than I'm used to seeing seeping from adults, not to mention people of more advanced years than would ever be seen in a maternity setting. Also people who have the wrong bits for giving birth. I've also been having some fun comparing infection control measures in different hospitals. Got told off for wearing gloves while stripping a bed. Ignored the telling off and proceeded to quote from their own infection control manual. Sometimes I'm very happy that I'm this... meticulous. There's only one of me, I'm damn sure I'm protecting her from potential nastiness.
Apparently the three trainee midwives on the ward were hugely responsible for a dramatic increase in a handwashing audit. I've been forced to carry a bottle of alcohol hand gel dangling from my uniform at all times, but it hasn't been used once. It's no substitute for washing your hands and makes my poor delicate girl skin sore and cracked. I couldn't do what those nurses do though, not every day. I guess it shows just how different the professions are. Can't wait for the next nursing bill to come about. Due next year. I may get more vocal about it then. This is a very interesting time to be entering midwifery. Let's see how this goes.
Am enjoying my three day weekend, not back there till Tuesday morning. Working long days is working out a lot better than I ever imagined.
In non-skool news, for some reason Drogheda Borough Council decided that we should all love Drogheda. This weekend has been full of things to do, except for the walking tour of the town which was cancelled half an hour after it was meant to start. Myself and Martha had wandered down town earlier in the day to do a treasure hunt that was less full of treasure or indeed hunting than the name implied. In fact, we managed to answer all bar two of the 30ish questions by standing in the same spot on the street, her protesting at me using her for a table. Well, if she's going to be short she should expect to be leaned on when I need to write. Still, I got two lollipops out of it, and some fun yet educational time with Martha without having to drag her to Dublin. Martha had a grown up conversation with a photographer from the local paper while I squeed about having a wowwipop. It was green. I also got two stickers saying "Love, Drogheda" from the nice lady with a sign on a stick proclaiming the start/end point for the treasure hunt. The nice lady who remembered me as being too bouncy for that hour on a Saturday morning. Meh, I'd been up since half 7 and had already been down town to collect a delivery of That Cake that makes me very happy indeed.
Today was a nice relaxing normal Sunday with the kids. Niamh, the darling 7 year old niece, decided that the best thing for her to spend her pocket money on was a school book because "I want to be able to work on it at home." We'll get one academic on this side of the family yet!
It's mostly been involving more bodily fluids and the like than I'm used to seeing seeping from adults, not to mention people of more advanced years than would ever be seen in a maternity setting. Also people who have the wrong bits for giving birth. I've also been having some fun comparing infection control measures in different hospitals. Got told off for wearing gloves while stripping a bed. Ignored the telling off and proceeded to quote from their own infection control manual. Sometimes I'm very happy that I'm this... meticulous. There's only one of me, I'm damn sure I'm protecting her from potential nastiness.
Apparently the three trainee midwives on the ward were hugely responsible for a dramatic increase in a handwashing audit. I've been forced to carry a bottle of alcohol hand gel dangling from my uniform at all times, but it hasn't been used once. It's no substitute for washing your hands and makes my poor delicate girl skin sore and cracked. I couldn't do what those nurses do though, not every day. I guess it shows just how different the professions are. Can't wait for the next nursing bill to come about. Due next year. I may get more vocal about it then. This is a very interesting time to be entering midwifery. Let's see how this goes.
Am enjoying my three day weekend, not back there till Tuesday morning. Working long days is working out a lot better than I ever imagined.
In non-skool news, for some reason Drogheda Borough Council decided that we should all love Drogheda. This weekend has been full of things to do, except for the walking tour of the town which was cancelled half an hour after it was meant to start. Myself and Martha had wandered down town earlier in the day to do a treasure hunt that was less full of treasure or indeed hunting than the name implied. In fact, we managed to answer all bar two of the 30ish questions by standing in the same spot on the street, her protesting at me using her for a table. Well, if she's going to be short she should expect to be leaned on when I need to write. Still, I got two lollipops out of it, and some fun yet educational time with Martha without having to drag her to Dublin. Martha had a grown up conversation with a photographer from the local paper while I squeed about having a wowwipop. It was green. I also got two stickers saying "Love, Drogheda" from the nice lady with a sign on a stick proclaiming the start/end point for the treasure hunt. The nice lady who remembered me as being too bouncy for that hour on a Saturday morning. Meh, I'd been up since half 7 and had already been down town to collect a delivery of That Cake that makes me very happy indeed.
Today was a nice relaxing normal Sunday with the kids. Niamh, the darling 7 year old niece, decided that the best thing for her to spend her pocket money on was a school book because "I want to be able to work on it at home." We'll get one academic on this side of the family yet!
