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Learning To Be A Nurse Glasgow 1983
I’m from a family of nurses going way back. Great auntie Evelyn nursed in London during WW2. Great Auntie Jean was a “Call The Midwife” helping women birth at home, day and night in 1950’s Greenock, Scotland. Three of dads sisters were nurses and my own mum a community district nurse. Watching her leave home…
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Navigating The Australian Maternity System 1995
Arriving in Oz I joined an agency needing a salary as soon as possible. First shift was 6.45am on the postnatal floor of a large public tertiary hospital, an old building, no AC, stinking hot 35-degree day, working under the whir of multiple fans, white dress and tights clinging, sweat trickling down my back.
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A Community Midwifery Service QLD 1997 – 1999
An accurate quote ❤️ Midwifery is both joyful and painful. We see the best and worst day of people’s lives in our everyday experience. We are incredibly lucky to be part of women’s lives when things are bright and jubilant, but also when they are darkest and most difficult. It allows us to see the…
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Another Day At The Office
EMERGENCY 🤕🤒 Sign in at fish- bowl command centre, head off into the mix of unwell humanity. What’ll the day bring? Slight nerves give an edge working in a place like this, keeps you on yer toes. People everywhere, organised chaos. Police, bodies slumped on trolleys, paramedics queue with their unwell human cargo, “not too…
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A Shift On Maternity ward, Australia 2022
It’s a morning shift, the ward is a long, large L-shape with six bays (four beds in each) seven single rooms and two soundproofed bereavement rooms. Looking in from the entrance there’s a hive of activity. Cleaners mop, wardies push beds, partners look for loved ones, midwives wheel babies in cots, trolleys jostle for space…
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Chicken Owning FYI
Owning a few chickens, how hard can it be? Give em seed, leftover greens, fresh water, shelter, room to do their chicken thing then sit back and enjoy. The scratching, the dust bathing, the sun baking, the cute clucking. Therapy pets in your own back yard, delightful.
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The First Calf
Barry our first cow dad was delivered from up north. We arrived home to see a young bloke sat on our nature strip, beside him on a lead was cute teenage Baz calmly nibbling the grass. We watched with bated breath as he sauntered into his new paddock, sniffed Sally then made a beeline for…
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Emigrating to Oz
A young couple, Nurse/Midwife and Marine Ecologist, leave cold, rainy Scotland for the sunny climes of sub-tropical Queensland Australia. He loves adventure, change, excitement, she loves calm, order, peace and quiet. Their bond, an overdeveloped care factor for all living things. One small block of land and many animals later, how does it all work…
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Chapter 9. The Runaway Cow
Acreage and animal ownership brings joy and pain in equal measure, responsibility and hard work, you have to be up for it all. We’ve learnt on the job, made a few mistakes along the way. Our first ever cow (Sally) arrived in a hired trailer. It was dusk. Rob drove in , shut the gate,…
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