I can't think of anything I want to talk about. How unlike me. I thought I'd put a new post up just in case people thought I was trapped under a heavy wardrobe or had suffered a repeat subluxation (how I love medical terms) or was off shagging somewhere.
To summarise the weeks events -
First week of full time work since Shouldergate. Much adulation from various members of the medical staff who have missed me. It was like coming back from holiday. Various opinions from the orthopaedic fraternity. As for me, I was over it by Wednesday. The highlight of my working week was looking after a concentration camp survivor. She was born in Poland and left in 1945. I can't imagine how a child survived all that. I've looked after a few camp survivors in my time and I've always found them to be positive people. I guess when you've been through what they have every day is a blessing. It's always upsetting to see the tattoos but the ones I've talked to about it say that they keep the number so people can't say it didn't happen.
Nothing on the social scene at all. Not even a cheeky one after work. My great aunt Lil had a better social life than me when she was ninety.
No shopping purchases. This in itself is enough to make me feel faint and certainly wasn't for the lack of trying.
One babysitting session which consisted of eating chops and chips with a three year old followed by supervised teeth brushing then having my evenings viewing interrupted by walking a nine month baby around for an hour. He's teething. It wasn't pretty.
Three hours of exercise today at some Pilates introduction thingy. I've got aches and pains where I didn't even know I had muscles. Actually, I probably don't have muscles there, just lard.
There was something I wanted to have a rant about but I'm buggered if I know what it was. I strongly suspect it had something to do with the forthcoming visit of the Pope. Then again it might have been public transport. Who knows? I don't.
So.......just talk amongst yourselves for a bit. I'll be back with a whinge before you know it.
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I've been involved in the care of a few concentration camp survivors too. Tragically, secure aged care facilities seem to bring back lots of horrible memories :( I have also had some clients who were in the german nazi army too - which I have found very difficult.
You're right, Jacki. My friend has looked after a few survivors in nursing homes and she said it's not uncommon of them to hide food and act as though they're in prison.
I guess on the other side of the coin the ex German army ones were 'just following orders', unpalatable as that is. It's taken me a long time to realise that just as my grandfathers were called up for the British Army the German men had no choice either. I can't bring myself to think about the ones who took pleasure in causing pain to other human beings but that's a whole other post.
I'm sitting her in front of a blank comment box, so perhaps the lack of focus is contagious. Insightful post anyway and see you when you return. I have heard that chocolate helps.
Yes, I really thought I had more to say this week!
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