Caring for humans and creatures, writing about it all
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.
Continue reading “Chicken Owning FYI”
Barry our first cow dad was delivered from up north. We arrived home, a young bloke was on our nature strip, beside him on a lead, cute teenage Baz calmly nibbling the grass.
Watched with bated breath as he sauntered into the paddock, sniffed his new mate Sally then made a beeline for the expensive bale of lucerne in the corner, no fence jumping or running off this time, we were learning.
But this compliant beginning didn’t last.
Continue reading “The First Calf”A young couple, Nurse/Midwife and Marine Ecologist, leave cold, rainy Scotland for the sunny climes of sub-tropical Queensland, Australia. He likes adventure, change, excitement, she, 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 out? What could possibly go wrong?
Continue reading “Emigrating to Oz”
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, then peered at her wondering what to do next?
Hindsight and many cows later, we should have left her exactly where she was, in the trailer with fresh hay and water till the morning. Obvious? Right?
Continue reading “Chapter 9. The Runaway Cow”
1988. Glasgow Royal Infirmary, drunk lad pinned down by police and porters, “get tae fk, get aff me ya bastards!” face slashed (bottle/knife?) skin flapping, blood spraying up the curtains, on the docs white coat. “Keep still!!”
My job, apply pressure (try not to get stitched to mental boy in the process) fingers scarily close to needle, thick black silk, no plastic surgeon, no operating theatre. Finally, the doc finished, another ‘Glasgow smile’ done.
Continue reading “The Night Shift”
We take modern surgery for granted. Anaesthetists render us unconscious, surgeons make deft incisions, cauterise, snip, scrape, biopsy, repair. We wake without remembering a thing. A miracle of modern medicine.
Not a miracle of course but the result of many highly qualified individuals coming together, an array of pharmaceuticals, specialized equipment and instruments.
I often work in a women’s operating theatre prepping them for surgery, minor, major, life-saving, specific to the female sex.
In this theatre, babies are born by caesarean, haemorrhaging is stopped, prolapsing organs replaced, cancers removed, contraceptive devices placed, pregnancies ended, tiny fragments of tissue gently removed after miscarriage.
In admissions our job is to help women feel safe, respected, cared for. Turning up for surgery is nerve wracking. We get it!
We see women across the spectrum.
Elderly, Girls with mature bodies, Indigenous, Neurodivergent, (aspergers, autism, dyspraxia) Disabled physically or intellectually, With mental illness, With history of sexual abuse and resulting PTSD, With gender dysphoria, Refugees, Non – English Speaking.
All humans, all worthy of dignity, respect and equal healthcare. Negative stereotyping is deadly. Nurses know this. We don’t assume anything.
Quiet hijab wearing woman might be confident, articulate, highly intelligent, questioning everything.
Exquisitely dressed woman with the frosty demeanour and clipped communication style may be on the verge of a panic attack, just holding it all together.
Woman with english as a second language, relaxes in our presence, reveals a significant health issue, till now untold. Surgery is delayed.
Vague , delightful elderly woman may not understand exactly what’s about to happen, surgery can’t go ahead without appropriate consent.
The next elderly woman spirited, spritely, sharp as a tack, gives accurate answers and cheek!
Shouty angry woman might just be terrified, missing her usual self medicating drugs, anger turning to tears.
Woman clasping emotional support teddy, own pillow , headphones, eye mask and fidget spinner is autistic with sensory issues.
We accomodate, we manage, advocate, gate-keep, check lists, mitigate risk, tend fragile mental health, keep everyone safe. Nothing surprises us, humans are complex.
Questions, questions, so many questions
Why are you here? What surgery are you expecting ? When did you last eat? Did you take any drugs today? Do you need any drugs? Any jewellery on your body, any sneaky piercings?
Some women are scared, facing a lengthy surgery for cancer, pre-chemotherapy.
Some having minor surgery, glad of the anaesthetic escape from the relentless parenting of small children.
Some mortified, hating the need for surgery in their most intimate parts.
Some barely conscious, rushed through from emergency, actively bleeding, blood drip, drip, dripping into a vein.
We swoop, urgency, speed, focus, No words needed.
Some physically damaged from assault. So confronting every time. TLC is dispensed.
Some thousands of miles away from family.
Many heartbroken having miscarried a pregnancy, still bleeding, needing a curette
Some having an abortion feel shame, embarrassed, many are not, aware of their right to reproductive autonomy, no matter the opinion of others.
She’s been raped, maybe a child herself, abused by a family member, her life a train wreck, she’s vulnerable, she is septic, she is bleeding, at risk of dying if the pregnancy implanted in her fallopian tube ruptures.
She is beyond heartbroken, devastated, carrying a baby with abnormalities who won’t survive, has made the brave decision to end the pregnancy
Can you even begin to put yourself in her shoes?
No matter your feelings, thoughts, opinions, this decision is never taken lightly, is frankly no one else’s business, should not be up for public debate , certainly not by old white male politicians of the patriarchy. Photos of the Supreme Court judges in the USA abhorrent, make my blood boil
The idea of a woman not being able to have this safe procedure in a hospital is unthinkable, medieval.
In my hospital, in this theatre if you need us, you’ll be in safe hands.
Hope we don’t see you anytime soon
Lindsey Crossan. Registered Nurse/Midwife