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 ...