Nursing Beyond the Ward

Let's be clear on one thing. Selfish people who are only concerned with their own needs are dicks. Panic buyers are only concerned with their own needs and therefore panic buyers are dicks. Don't panic buy. In fact, don't panic at all. This outbreak is of course very concerning and by no means am I suggesting that we carry on as we please ignoring vital information. But let's all only pay attention to the correct information. As soon as this situation began I've been urging people not to take notice of the sensationalist media that we are subjected to on so many platforms these days and listen only to what is being issued by the government/NHS. Their advice is clear, sensible and very easily followed. Stay calm, do what is advised and don't ever read the Daily Mail. Nowhere have we been told that the best way to act is to disregard everyone else, ramming fellow customers out the way with our trolleys, so that we can buy 32 packets of paracetamol and 225 loo ...

Dear Mr Johnson, I am sure I don't need to tell you about the challenges our nurses are facing every day of their working lives. They deal with life and death situations, while remaining calm under immense pressure, providing care for all those who cross their path. On second thoughts, maybe I do as your government certainly doesn't seem to be looking out for their wellbeing, so let me lay it out for you. Between 2016 and 2017 20% more nurses left the register than joined it. 44% of these nurses did not leave because of retirement, they left because they could no longer cope with the intolerable pressure of their working conditions. The goodwill of nurses is being increasingly abused with longer hours, pay rises capped at 1% and, thanks to the marvellous idea of Brexit, fewer nurses in our hospitals. Fewer nurses on the register means increased fees for those who remain on it. Yes, we have to pay every year to be allowed to care and these fees are constantly rising. Pay i...

A couple of things I've experienced recently have made me question what it means when people talk about living life to the full. It's often used as a warning in case your days left are short and, for me, it used to provoke images of skydiving, wild partying and endless holidays. I used to panic that maybe I wasn't living my life as fully as I could be. Now though I have a completely different stance on this phrase. While parties are great (I am first up for karaoke after a few wines!) and travel is a mind-broadening and important part of life, I believe it's also about taking notice of the ordinary. Going for walks and actually paying attention to the beauty of your surroundings, cooking good food and eating it round the table with family, walking on the sand and hearing it move under your feet, watching a film with your kids without a phone in your hand. I previously wrote about Tom and Jay, two men I cared for in a hospice, who still found things to look f...

As well as school nursing I'm still dabbling in practice nursing once or twice a week. A few months ago Nellie, a sweet and cheerful ninety year old lady, started coming for regular dressings after she fell on a step and completely ripped her leg open. She was finding the morning appointments with my colleague easy to attend but at this particular surgery I only work evenings. Nellie didn't like coming out in the dark so I decided to pop into her house on my way home. Nellie's dressings were straightforward and only took me about ten minutes but once I'd arrived and she started chatting I didn't have the heart just to rush in and out again. She didn't have children and her husband died quite a few years ago so she really didn't have many people to talk to. She did have a neighbour who Nellie described as 'an absolute scream' but she was in hospital due to have a hip replacement. At first Nellie nattered to me generally asking if I had children, h...

Today I have cried a few times. I have dealt with many, many children who have come to me purely to avoid their classes but I have seen a handful who have really needed me to be there for them and they have absolutely broken my heart. Six months on I am still finding my feet as a school nurse and my eyes have been completely opened. I work in one of the schools that no middle class white person wants to send their child to. And I have never felt like I am making a difference more than I do now. I cannot believe that in 2019 so many children are living in conditions that I thought had finished in my Nan's lifetime. Children living with their mum and five siblings in a small flat with only the sofa to sleep on. Children who regularly attend school with no food or money to buy it. Children whose parents refuse to collect them when they are bent over in so much pain that they can't walk. Children struggling to adjust to life in foster care. Children who are terrified to tell thei...

After my first brilliant year of working with Ellie and the rest of the team at the surgery we were taken over by a much larger practice. The idea was that we would be a satellite surgery to this one but sadly after about nine months it was announced that our old but cosy little practice was to be closed and our team would join the big one. I was so sad about this but tried to be positive about it by looking to the opportunities that were on offer. After my first month in the new place though, I just knew it wasn’t for me. The nursing team were lovely and were so welcoming and the surgery was very well run, I just felt it lacked personality and the warm atmosphere I’d been used to for fifteen years working in small practices. I also struggled with the predominantly affluent white middle-class patients at this surgery who spent most of the appointment correcting my advice with dodgy information they’d read on an internet forum. I hated this and was tempted to walk out and let them ...

Three years ago this was my post on Facebook (minus the emojis, they are just to protect my friend's details). I was feeling frustrated that not all illnesses are visible, which makes it very difficult during the days when you look "fine" but feel anything but. Rachael is my best friend from school and, when it comes to living with a long term illness, she is my complete inspiration. She has been battling Crohn's disease many years longer than I have my weird type of pneumonia and is a true fighter. I won't share too much about her illness as I'm not sure how much she would like to be public but she has endured years of pain, exhaustion, medical treatments and procedures. And all of this while finishing her degree, starting a career, getting married to her teenage sweetheart, renovating their house and raising their two fabulous boys. And she never moans. She talks her condition through and explains things to me but I have never ever heard her express self-...