Tuesday, 8 November 2016

The intermix of the

industry in care in communities, residential homes, privately and career wise to eventually on a very real level ... in personal care to my own self down in dumps spiral ... has weaved in and out of this life. 

The known ambulance and fire brigade personnel as was then, nurses, Consultants and Dentists/ nurses on a personal level at times in my movement through various counties, in central and outer skirts of the city. My mum with her twin took part in twin research in a London hospital. The research and care of those that we don't know exceeding the requirements in their dedicated skills of soothe. And nurses and carers in many forms you get to know for a period of time in a loved ones care, or your own. The social workers and support workers in Cornwall when Mum and Dad fostered for a time, getting to know me although by then I had moved away. The Doctors and more of the the team in catering and getting toast out of hours, in reaches of a time that all is foggy in mind now. And those friendly porters and paramedics that and reception staff who assist so much within their capabilities only last year again, on my time in and out of A & E, and then Out Patients for an investigation in my health ... 

The social meltdown that came ... that tainted an outlook of unreserved respect I once had for professionals who spend years in study, to those that have natural instincts in care through experience at first rather than qualifications, gaining the qualifications. Those that come up through the ranks of auxiliary nurses in speed and vogue. And those that assist children torn from their home and the scars that are left from those formative years... The writing of a life story ... 

And last Christmas time spent with the young man of our daughter, who had his life story written with social workers. We sat for long moments looking at this life story too, in which he shared the poignant way that when a baby they did not at first expect him to live, let alone walk and with many operations later he is obviously thriving, walking, and obtained a degree too, to boot! ... 




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