What do your senses tell you?
Overcoming our own fears, preconceptions and biases is surely a hope for the future as we continue to grow as a community.
Already you can get a named person on your bottle of soap from Lush; how soon will this apply to our sausages, kebabs or doctors?
Before I begin, I will say that I have not read any of the science, pseudo-science or even tabloid reports about the pig brains that have been supposedly, transiently, restored to function.
As to what this says about me and chickens, I don’t know.
Yet, who has written this sentence? Me or Apple? Is it based on my ideas or those of others?
It perhaps has something to do with my internet settings or preferences, I don’t know; you see, I get a number of emails from different national and international health organisations informing me of conferences and award ceremonies taking place in the realm of Quality Improvement. This is the science of doing things better in healthContinue reading “Flow; best left to plumbers.”
Their eyes were dull, tired, their postured stooped; they emanated nothing more than a faint flicker of a need to keep going, to survive today in order to continue the next.
Thank you to my friend and avid reader Freda for pointing-out something I had missed in today’s blog about the Jean Bishop Integrated Care Centre in Hull. ‘So many assessments – completed individually or as a panel? Tiring? Was thinking Doris would have to stay overnight?’ That was her consideration of someone visiting the centreContinue reading “Health Care Support Workers (Jean Bishop II)”
Hard work, when translated into a vision that makes a significant difference is itself transformed, it becomes meaning, its return on investment is not necessarily financial, it is something more profound and longer-lasting.
Now, I have long been one to call screen and not answer numbers from Clitheroe and Cambuslang; accepting that these are usually credit robots.
Yet, between Monday and Tuesday one abandoned wreck is transformed into a gleaming, state of the art facility; I don’t know, maybe selling bagels.
Originally posted on Zara’s Blog (the blog of a 40 something Primary Care Nurse):
This chapter is inspired by a thought provoking blog titled What would you like to be called? by Dr Rod Kersh https://wp.me/p6EWa3-23i and the recent conversations where student nurses have been referred to as “the student” even weeks into a placement. When…
Others will care less about the smile and focus on the quality of the dressing, the details of the assessment.
This morning Kingfisher Was Accompanied By Wagtail; Yellow, they Darted From the stream.