Others in Mire time ....

concluded for awhile

A time stepping and splashing in bodily fluids. Though it is not in the remit to handle these bodily functions, whilst a helper in time on a ward of acute medical care. The care from the young to the old.  Those from a varied array of other public or private institutions. The individuals. Those who were stuck in cupboards, the cycke of elder care repeatedly in and out of hospital ... Those who were embarrassed to be in mixed wards. The medics doing their best though tomease this obvious discomfort. The signs hanging on the walls around this unit saying the immediate acute medical care took priority over this ... 

A very varied introduction back to life beyond the walls  ... The patients who use the trays and bedside tables in their weakness in ill time to put soiled dressings on. The piss pot as it was often called, it can not always be avoided ... And those with legs and feet weeping onto the floor ... A path from the bed to the toilet ...

The stringent cleaning rules and regs. In a busy, busy unit the ever-ending cycles of floor mops. The sinks were always spotless in my time here. The bedside tables were another matter. The staff shortage noticeable when these were not so regularly kept up to speed ... a grey area to think about what can be done among other areas ... the teaspoons, mugs disappearing , the missing teapot ... it was endless for those whose salary hung in static ... the patients often realise the dedication of all staff. The medics, and the HCAs and catering, cleaning etc ... 

A time in tying up the loose ends, the goodbyes and if ever back in the area I would be most welcome to rejoin the team of an acute environment... The same old malarkey again of keep in touch ... 

It is now time to get some bolder decisions in the next phase dealt with. One is still quietly helping in the housing sector in gift of time. This to have a break from home mismatch time to fit back in the nice areas that are functional. It has made for a bit more of a more pleasant life once again. The gaps of less horrendous times being removed from rush to slow bit by bit to now to get a bit more of a move on.

Now that I have fifteen months of experience of much more recent times doing what I can do to pick up again in another county.  The thinking maybe again in a varied atmosphere after a two year procedure of due process ... to do it all over again ... maybe  ... 

... for now working out the possessions of collections of others to move out from ... And my own going round in circles a little less more ... 

Not far from the experience

of my own fraught times. in what I cannot talk about. The clauses signed to give gift in Voluntary times  ...

The smell and sights witnessed from more torrid times in my own life to others now. The squelchy foot steps of puss and goo on the floor from legs weeping profusely.  The disdain of smells. Those who have obviously not only not had company, but not much food too in a while proper.

I have to deal with behind the scenes conversations on what I have been up to ... or why I Do what I do within a hospital, that is surreal in itself. The quiet silence of my back story. Whilst I can discuss hoarding freely with the few I come across in life of travel, in the day to day requirement of life journeys.... the actual act of living in it is not entirely understood. These conversations of family members collecting more than they do. 

I oft have said I dangle in an unknown plateau not many get to experience... I deal with much in front of house too. Those who I will never get to disclose much. The turnover over in the last few seasons change of help much and many. Only a few patients are seen again. Obviously there are the regulars caught in the system of community care to acute and back again. My limited time means the pathways are not always crossed.

I get much appreciated, as much of those awkward expected needs beyond into the the servitude. The NHS gets as much ungratefulness as appreciation ... those that moan and get staff to do more than what is expected of them. It is no wonder some get the tough love balance in situ, or they get more worn out than need be to tend to them. The hierarchy of bedside care from the Consultants, Matrons, housekeeping to those keeping the areas stocked and cleaned ... 

And the volume of patients, the layout and placements of bed bays are not always conducive to the care in the side rooms at times. The mix of a high turnover unit where those needing more privacy in the right placement of bed. It is mixed too which means much embarrassment or turn of stomachs. The requests to assist in not seeing these moments. ... these environmental aspects of a hospital, you leave your personal space at the door. 

As my kin realise I have much to tell that I can generally, not individually from the innards of a much needed base of care ... from this time in my life ... 

A baby boom or a

time for Christmas temporary workers, increasing the influx of people commuting. The bus journey back home most different this last month. We have been packed in like sardines every week this Autumn. It doesn't help when the buses do not turn up either. The talk of double deckers and more chit chat than usual ... though by then I am all chatted out ...  

The many feelings of getting used to the strange familiar outside of the home. The new seasons with a more regular trip out in a more consecutive time. The bus journey is a transition time to lessen the impact on each shift on a ward. The sights, sounds and smells in abundance of others distress out of their environment ... the banter and smiles to lessen the negative experience they are suffering ... A simple smile makes many a day. Or a simple request or task ... and some appreciate in silence while others are more vocal ... 

Outside Disturbance of the peace

the Saturday after the oblivion of the commotion to start with until police and ambulance descended in the communal halls of a Friday night. This resulted in another disturbance this day when the police knocked with the usual queries after an incident  ... 

All I know is since the elderly gentleman vacated a flat, new people who can be loud have moved in. Though I have been here and there away in thoughts and sometimes physically away. I was in Kernow when the changeover of this void property was dealt with. As I was another time when opposite to my flat changed families... The new family opposite are quieter... 

The previous couple were noisy at times in all aspects of life, including in the making of a family ... when the third came along they moved. The policy of same sex that can share one bedroom. The mixed sexes sharing until a certain time then you can upgrade. That's how flat life is ... producing too many off spring or complaining about other matters to move on to a home. 

A few of us are just happy to have a home. 

There are six flats on a block. Until the elder gentleman departed, three occupancies were over a decade of being here. 

The legislation has evolved with life. On arriving here we had one overflow from the keyworkers block into general needs ...  There are five blocks of six flats. Two flats each on three levels. The only adjoining neighbours are ceiling to floor. One whole block is temporary accommodation. The key worker block has at least one general needs. The rest are general needs. The rulings of occupying the social housing to capacity to reduce waiting times. 

I under occupy. The irony in belongings overtaken life space. Though I was too young at the time of that post crisis, to go into what I thought would be a good idea of sheltered housing ... cos I was falling over and clearly incapable of life to begin with. I nearly lost a thumb  etc ... that was a whole other story. 

Never being in the right criteria for help cos apparently I chose that life ... that dismal holiday season. Lack of seasonal goodwill by unsympathetic departments covering the usual staff .. 

My sister still is remiss of the fact of the initial dealing of the lack of some understanding I am in the transference state of that life of a difficult husband's needs mentally and physically then rubbing off on me. 

The new kitten

hiding behind the TV cabinet with the first full blast of the firework days up in the North, tonite. I met him briefly for the first time recently. I did not think I would see him that tiny. I am due to see him next month. The plans in place for a remembrance Indian. A Christmas meal out with the foster family of the boyfriend. And then again spending Christmas Day with them. 

I am back in the bowels of a life disrupted with fresh ideas after a complete getaway. We explored the   North of Wales by afternoon where the language is spoken quite a bit. And played board games of an evening ... 

I am working through the tiredness. I have some fresh outlooks on the practicality of moving forward. In the winter it is getting to do the tasks in the lesser daylight without blazing the electrics. The schedule in attempt to settle in one room and craft away, when darkness falls. And work out the logistics of any keeps. The flourish appearing of crochet with charts, cross stitch and making a thank you card ... 

The tug and pull of doing only the practical craft making without filling up my own home ... 

The homemade calendar is requested again for next year. I have made cat toys. Therefore I am off loading the stash. One has had supplies in good nick to use and get out the home in a relaxing on the mood way. A win win. No outlay and the sparkle of those receiving the handmade with love gift ...

The lull before the rush

one early November day ....

The 52 sleeps before one day spent in many and various ways across the lands. The anticipation of the talk and glimpse of glitter ... for me a tonic for some retail therapy in the first inkling of time back in society.... A trip to Bromley which happened to be a little overdue in the plan to visit again, after the debut post trauma trip ... a place where the first inklings of the festive times in this area were made on a regular basis a long time now gone. 

In anticipation of new wanderings ...

 A haversack job this time around. The array of different luggage and now the winter season change of kit, that I have been busy with. All the travel booked up for some adventures in St Nectars Glen, Roughtor, Brown Willy, Dozmary Pool and other ideas juggled about ... I do not hold out much hope, until it actually happens. I have been rather busy changing, altering the lifestyle post death into widowhood. All in good time. 

I know I am anxious for the next new journey, although travelling from London Paddington, it is not the destination of North Cornwall this time round, rather it is another part of the country, I have not explored in this weird time. A swift trip down from the North West of England on a very first road trip with a daughter now driving, for a funeral in the Spring. This would be a taster to come. The invites then to come to this part of Britain. 

I will return on the coach from there, which cost the grand total of £2.70! ... city to city ... plus using that Oyster card for London city travel that now goes to my home station, to finish the journey of difference.... I am giving away my trade secrets of travel!

I have explored the city to city travel to plan my own iternary, along with the coach tours. I wonder when I be ready for that lone travel. The do as I please in my own time and whims ....