A moan, a kind word, a rant, anything and everything about the British public, good and bad, who use the NHS from a grumpy old male nurse. And a word or two about some of the morons who seem to inhabit my world.
I read this post by Grumpy Old Ken and it got me thinking, is this my future? Are all us old gits going to roam around forever befuddled? I was in England recently and came out of M&S to hear a woman in her 70's tell two men, one of whom I presume was her husband, to "stay together and she would see them in 10 minutes." Now this is the sort of thing that I used to say to my kids when they were quite young and wanted a bit of independence and would go somewhere without us. Have I discovered the great untold truth about being male? You live with your mother who looks after you until she hands you over to a wife who looks after you and then quite slowly and subtly your wife turns into your mother. Perhaps we should change the marriage ceremony, it should perhaps be "Who gives this MAN." and your mother hands you over to your future wife/mother. Ah well, as long as I get my pocket money and am allowed to get to the pub occasionally I suppose I should be happy.
I am a middle aged Nurse Practitioner who has worked in the NHS for over a quarter of a century. If you think you recognise anyone in the posts - you dont, no, really, you dont. All names have been changed to protect the guilty as God is expected to take care of the innocent as a matter of course. I have no wish to be sacked for breaking patient confidentiality. Any opinions expressed here are completely my own and bear no resemblance to NHS policy or procedures and in some cases they will bear no resemblance to sanity.