Its been a few long years , since i have even felt like updating or adding to my blog. Yes i have thought of adding to new ones , and have started some new ones, but just never gone on with them .
So exactly where have I been ? I moved - reluctantly , apprehensively , anxiously moved . No one comes to this blog as it reached a sudden end when my mother died . and life just didn't seem as bright any more.
Sometimes one has to do things they don't feel like doing , and they are scared to do . I uplifted my whole life and exited my comfort zone and travelled to Mud Island. I started work here as a carer. I remember the training days , where i would creep down the cold steps of this old building in Alcester , and phone my son. Then phone my daughter. The hardest thing ever on this planet is being away from the things that matter most to you. Before training I got introduced to the First World way of doing things. That alone made me want to go home to my comfort zone of the Third world simplicity. How on earth do you do self check out? And I admit it took me six years until I decided to try it. There is no such thing as ''swipe''. You touch your card to the reader and hey presto all is paid for - that would be a disaster back home. Then the scan as you shop - that to me can be mo0re of a hinderance if you have a large amount of shopping and then it beeps and wants the assistant to scan various items. Back home there is a loss of coins , but here in the First World , coins carry value. For me , if you have coins you are always rich , that is my view , and I have now acquired piggy banks for my coins. One day I will be rich -LOL
Travelling on busses , and trains and then began my introduction to doing things on the internet like shopping , and organising travel. So much to go through when landing and living on Mud Island. Though i hate to say or admit I live in this place, its not home , you cannot possibly live in a place that isn't home . So i work here , which isn't a lie I do work here.
When I first started in my first placement , i felt totally lost . I was in this old Tannies house , and she was asleep on her arm chair . Id done hand over , been introduced to the family and then left there . Jeeze if I had been that Vroe and woken up to a total stranger in my home , I would have screamed the whole house down then passed out from heart failure !! But I navigated the day , and at night I phoned my friend and was - I have done nothing all day , are you telling me this is my job ? Yes I was informed , this was the world of care. Well I soon had organisation , a plan and a routine and it wasn't too bad . I met my best friend who was a carer too but an hourly not a live in.
My perfect idea is not to move all over the kingdom of Mud Island , I want to stay in one place , form a bond , do my job and that's that. Be the best that I can be . In this journey , I have met people who I am glad I met and have remained friends . I have met people who have made me question Evolution , and i have met people I have no wish to meet and regret meeting . All of that though is the people come into your life for a reason or a season , and I tell you , sometimes even that season can be too long for that person to exist and take up space in your life. whew !!!!!
In my profession , If I may call it that ,there are certainly a lot of foreigners . I have again met beautiful souls whom I treasure as friends , and then again on the flip side I have met plenty a wolf in sheep's clothing. Plenty plus - way toooooo many of those horrid people .
Sometimes I feel sorry for these Elderly people . They really don't have much of a say whom comes in to look after them , and if they want someone at all . Independence is key . Always let them feel in control of the situation and it is all ok in the land . Other times we are taken as the low life, common home help and don't even deserve a thank you. All of this you have to take it as water off a ducks back and it means nothing .Do your job to the best of your ability.
Sometimes you are unfortunate to have met someone in passing , even worked with them and when you go back to working with them , you just have no will power in you as everything you know to be right is over run by their absolute wrongs and how do you approach this? I loose voodoo dolls of hair with stress and anxiety. Imagine , being qualified and knowing your shit to be told no its not like that - by someone who hasn't even become an apprentice in care let alone level one carer . My hope is all these crappy carers out there , someone treats your parents how you deem it fit to care for someone else's parent. See how you like it then.

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