u/Pleasant_Steak7561

It is what it says on the tin basically....

I have fully kicked off and lodged a complaint.

The patient was just 42 years old. Came into resus after suffering two ROSCS via ambulance transportation. Family weren't happy with the relatives room (they complained that it was too clinical and wanted a bed for family members to sleep on as they knew our A&E numbers were bordering on a divert and they just wanted a room with a bed tbh) so I obviously obliged.

The mother was absolutely inconsolable (Muslim mother from a Muslim cultured community) I spent my shift trying to stop ten or fifteen other family members trying to admit themselves on to the Department as well?

I kept the direct family members (father, mother, two sisters, fiancé and his daughter) in this side room whilst constantly trying my best to explain to them that what I was doing was for the best?.....

The whole entire time, his mother is on the floor rolling back and forth, screaming and howling and I didn't know what else to do other than to get on the floor with her and hug her???

She was just absolutely hysterical....

Calling out for him whilst his father just sat there stoic and like a solid brick, void of all emotion.....

I went in to the side room with the doctor when she gave the family the news that he had passed away and, 'there's nothing more that we can do....'

I clutched the Doctor's arm and told her to, 'give them something more....they need your compassion right now.....'

She looked at the man's father and said,

'You are ABA aren't you?.....I am so sorry for your loss....And may Allah make his journey a peaceful one.....you must feel peace now.....your son is now with the prophet.....'

This man's father then went from being a solid rock to breaking down on to the floor and howling like a newborn child.......

And the doctor sat with him and clutched his head within her hands saying to him: 'feel peace.....feel peace.....he's with Allah now....'

A few days later, my matron came up to me and asked me why I had chosen to provide that young man's family with their own side room?......

I literally choked...... Audibly...... Whilst glaring at her with my eyes like a barn owl.....

"Excuse me?......Why did I give them a side room?!......Are you honestly asking me that question?......What do you think the answer is going to be, Matron?!"

She looked at me and shrugged before saying, "Probably a massive fuck you, if I know you?!"

I just turned to her and said:

"Absolutely!!! That family genuinely deserved absolutely everything that I gave to them on that particular evening. I do not regret one single thing that I did and neither should you ever even be considering any of my actions tp be inappropriate concerning that side room either!!!......They needed space and I gave that to them!!......So, whilst I appreciate your concern? It is not needed and you'll find that the family left the department feeling extremely content and incredibly satisfied with the care that we provided??"

She nodded her head and grinned at me before then winking at me and saying: "I have to discipline you though because you went against protocol?....."

My reply was: "Go ahead!!......And you can also discipline the absolutely fucking amazing doctor that was involved as well, whilst you're at it too??!!.....Put both of us on top of the fucking traintracks!!!.....I couldn't care less!!!...."

She walked out of the room wearing the most arrogant smile that I've ever seen in my life.......

"You should train to be a nurse......" she said to me.

"Absolutely not, thank you!!......Don't fancy the PIN Number at all, pal!!"

She just laughed and walked out!!!

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Since that day? She has literally been sniffing around and stuck right up my arsehole during each and every single fucking shift (saying things like: 'it's not the Hilton, remember that?!' And, 'don't give her the role of relative's nurse because she's too good at it!!') 😡😤😠

The Supreme Court has announced the biggest roll back of disability rights in a generation. This matters - let us explain.

The main context:

Until now, if someone lacked the mental capacity to consent to their care or living arrangements, was under continuous supervision and control, and not free to leave, they were legally ‘deprived of their liberty’. This triggered legal safeguards to keep them safe.

These safeguards have now been stripped away for most.

This will affect the lives of potentially hundreds of thousands of people.

Today’s decision devalues the rights and dignity of disabled people in this country. And we stand firmly against it.

To the UK government:

● You must ensure disabled people’s rights and safety are protected. You also need to act urgently to give local authorities and healthcare providers the right support.

● This judgment also sets us back decades and removes safeguards that history has proven to be absolutely essential.

People's safety depends on all of those safeguards being maintained, upheld, honoured & respected.

But this isn't the end.

We will keep fighting.

And we will do that by utlising each and every single route that is open and/or available to us as well.

Maybe not the most appropriate page to post this on to, but let's just see what pans out.

I'm basically just searching for ideas on how I might manage this situation in a tactful and diplomatic way with my own child's nursery?

I want to avoid any type of difficult confrontation or ignite something that could potentially cause a case of'sour grapes' for me and my partner and our child who currently attends the nursery itself.

So, recently, another child has been scratching my child on their face.

It has happened around two or three times now, and it has left them with scratch marks around their nose, cheeks, and eyes.

The first two times, I was extremely accepting and understanding of it all, but now that it has happened again?

Not so much!

And we are now at the point where we have chosen to start a written thread of communication with the nursery itself (via email) in order to try and suss out what is actually being done about the issue that's at hand.

It is almost as though the other child has gotten their face right in between one of her hands and just squeezed it so tightly whilst having nails which has then resulted in these very visible scratch marks across my child's face.

The nursery that my child goes to is genuinely just absolutely wonderful and all of the nursing staff are so extremely attentive to his needs a lot of the time but is there anything more that I myself can do (or ask for to be done) concerning this particular kind of behaviour that is being exhibited from another child that is in the same nursery setting as my own?

I understand that most nursery environments have their own individual policies and procedures to deal with this type of behaviour management but I just wanted to ask for some advice really as it keeps on happening and I wanted to know if I could be doing something more to highlight my concerns regarding the particular issue in question?

It is not just my child that the other child does this to either and she is pretty indiscriminate when it comes down to who it is that she's actually scratching but, even so, I would like some tp obtain some sort of useful/productive/beneficial advice nevertheless?

Thank you so much!

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Maybe not the most appropriate page to post this onto, but let's see what happens, shall we!

I am basically just searching for ideas on how I might manage this situation in a tactful and diplomatic way with my own child's nursery.

I want to avoid any type of difficult confrontation or ignite something that could potentially cause a case of'sour grapes' for me and my partner and our child who currently attends the nursery itself.

So, recently, another child has been scratching my child on their face.

It has happened around two or three times now, and it has left them with scratch marks around their nose, cheeks, and eyes.

The first two times, I was extremely accepting and understanding of it all, but now that it has happened again?

Not so much!

And we are now at the point where we have chosen to start a written thread of communication with the nursery itself (via email) in order to try and suss out what is actually being done about the issue that's at hand.

It is almost as though the other child has gotten their face right in between one of her hands and just squeezed it so tightly whilst having nails which has then resulted in these very visible scratch marks across my child's face.

The nursery that my child goes to is genuinely just absolutely wonderful and all of the nursing staff are so extremely attentive to his needs a lot of the time but is there anything more that I myself can do (or ask for to be done) concerning this particular kind of behaviour that is being exhibited from another child that is in the same nursery setting as my own?

I understand that most nursery environments have their own individual policies and procedures to deal with this type of behaviour management but I just wanted to ask for some advice really as it keeps on happening and I wanted to know if I could be doing something more to highlight my concerns regarding the particular issue in question?

It is not just my child that the other child does this to either and she is pretty indiscriminate when it comes down to who it is that she's actually scratching but, even so, I would like some tp obtain some sort of useful/productive/beneficial advice nevertheless?

Thank you so much!

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Why is everybody going absolutely bloody nuts about Venezuela Fury ATM?

I literally CANNOT MOVE for seeing reels and memes about the poor young lady, bless the bones of her?!!!!

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Somebody, please just go on ahead and explain this to me because I can't be seeing the wrong in any of it at all whatsoever, so why is she being treated so badly in the national media & national press right now?

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What a difficult morning today.

My mother's next-door neighbour's granddaughter stood outside of her home and obviously in a blind panic, continuously rapping upon her grandmother's front door.

Upon me going outside to check that she was alright, it was already very clear to me what had happened because there were way more flies/bluebottles (than there actually really ever should've been) which had situated themselves around the insides of her living room windows.

I won't go into anymore detail on that side of things but after entry had eventually been established (I had to crawl through one of her living room windows that had previously been left slightly ajar) and as the police and an ambulance arrived, I then offered to take the Grandaughter's toddler into my mum's house in order to keep her away from all of the upset.

I had the pleasure of looking after that toddler for just over an hour before she was then collected by her mother.

It's just so utterly heartbreaking for the whole entire family, I'm sure.

My thoughts & my sincere prayers are with them all at this very difficult time.

Hang on to your loved ones as tightly as you can, peeps!!........

Because you never know which day is going to be their last in this earth really........

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When your partner (who is a Specialist Registrar working within A&E) tells you that he's a little bit anxious about whether or not he's going to miss the full moon whilst working his next set of nightshifts....

So, you just look at him (in a very quizzical fashion) before then saying this to him:

"Well, you could always just go outside, into the ambulance bay, and have a look up at it? If you really want to see it that badly? Surely?......"

His response:

"What?......You've completely misunderstood me there, I think. I just meant that I really don't want to work a nightshift on a full moon? I'm not actually IN LOVE with the moon and neither am I very worried about not being able to look at the sodding thing either?!..."

Me:

"Oooooh!... I get it now!... You mean a full mooooooon!!... Like, as in having to manage heaps of folks that the moon has somehow turned into absolute bloody lunatics? Due to all of the mystical powers that it obviously seems to possess?"

Him:

"OBVIOUSLY!!.....BINGO!!.....Shonagh? You've been out of healthcare for way too long, I think!"

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When your partner (who's a Specialist Registrar in A&E) tells you that he is a little bit anxious about whether or not he's going to miss the full moon whilst he's working his next set of nightshifts....

So, you just look at him (in a very quizzical fashion) before then saying this to him:

"Well, you could always just go outside, into the ambulance bay, and have a look up at it? If you really want to see it that badly? Surely?......"

His response:

"What?......You've completely misunderstood me there, I think. I just meant that I really don't want to work a nightshift on a full moon? I'm not actually IN LOVE with the moon and neither am I very worried about not being able to look at the sodding thing either?!..."

Me:

"Oooooh!... I get it now!... You mean a full mooooooon!!... Like, as in having to manage heaps of folks that the moon has somehow turned into absolute bloody lunatics? Due to all of the mystical powers that it obviously seems to possess?"

Him:

"OBVIOUSLY!!.....BINGO!!.....Shonagh? You've been out of healthcare for way too long, I think!"

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So, today, I had the opportunity to chat with a very lovely old lady whilst we were both waiting for the bus into our local town.

We talked about absolutely everything and nothing at the same time, if that makes sense?

She told me that she had been in the Land Army during WWII, and I didn't know what that was, so she explained all of it to me.

I found the whole entire experience to be so enlightening and refreshing.

Anyway, after having shopped around my local town centre for a good hour or so after getting off the bus, I then came across her wonderful face once more.....

Whilst she was being held up by a couple of young sales people that were working on the high street trying to get people to sign up for some sort of energy company.

She was obviously at the point of signing up to everything that they were trying their hardest to sell her when I instantly swept in and said:

"Hi, my name is .......... and it's so nice to meet you both! Anyway, this is actually my grandma, and if you wouldn't mind? I am just going to go on ahead and jump into this whole entire thing right here and just take her on ahead home with me? I'm certain that she's extremely interested in whatever proposal it is that you're making to her but I think that it's very safe to say that we'll be leaving this right where it is and will be going on about our way now? I hope that's ok with you?"

I swung her right around on her heels (her little shopping trolley in hand as well), and we walled towards the bus station.

I wasn't sure that what I had done was the best thing, but then she looked up at me with a huge grin on her face and said:

"Thank the Lord for you, you sweet little thing!! I really didn't want to do it, but then you came along, and you did all of it for me, didn't you?! Haha!!!I bloody hate those types of folk, but you can't be seen to be impolite or bad mannered really, can you?!"

So, we got the bus back home together whilst sharing a paper bag that was filled up to the brim with rhubarb & custard boiled sweets......

One of the best days of my life.

Just goes to show what you can learn about a person when you take the time to sit down and shut up and just listen, I think. ❤️

Anyway, her name is, 'Agnes' She is 92 years old. She's approximately 4 feet tall as well.

And she's genuinely the best human being that I've come across for quite some time now as well!!......

And I really hope that I bump into her again, at some point in the future too.....

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So, today, I had the opportunity to chat with a very lovely old lady whilst we were both waiting for the bus into our local town.

We talked about absolutely everything and nothing at the same time, if that makes sense?

She told me that she had been in the Land Army during WWII, and I didn't know what that was, so she explained all of it to me.

I found the whole entire experience to be so enlightening and refreshing.

Anyway, after having shopped around my local town centre for a good hour or so after getting off the bus, I then came across her wonderful face once more.....

Whilst she was being held up by a couple of young sales people that were working on the high street trying to get people to sign up for some sort of energy company.

She was obviously at the point of signing up to everything that they were trying their hardest to sell her when I instantly swept in and said:

"Hi, my name is .......... and it's so nice to meet you both! Anyway, this is actually my grandma, and if you wouldn't mind? I am just going to go on ahead and jump into this whole entire thing right here and just take her on ahead home with me? I'm certain that she's extremely interested in whatever proposal it is that you're making to her but I think that it's very safe to say that we'll be leaving this right where it is and will be going on about our way now? I hope that's ok with you?"

I swung her right around on her heels (her little shopping trolley in hand as well), and we walked ourselves back towards the bus station.

I wasn't sure that what I had done was the best thing, but then she looked up at me with a huge grin on her face and said:

"Thank the Lord for you, you sweet little thing!! I really didn't want to do it, but then you came along, and you did all of it for me, didn't you?! Haha!!!I bloody hate those types of folk, but you can't be seen to be impolite or bad mannered really, can you?!"

So, we got the bus back home together whilst sharing a paper bag that was filled up to the brim with rhubarb & custard boiled sweets......

Best day of my life.

Her name was, 'Agnes' She was 92 years old and approximately 4 feet tall.

Genuinely the best human being that I've come across for a very long time as well!!......

And I really hope that I bump into her again, at some point in the future.

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