Sunday, 30 August 2015

'Steggles Management Ltd.'

Life has not stood still after knowing our Qatar move has been delayed.

So what am I doing?
I have taken the opportunity to approach nursing in a different manner, in that I have become self-employed working in interim management, our company is ‘Steggles Management Ltd’ with a directorship of me and my co-director, Jerry.

What does that mean?
When a health business or NHS have a specific task to be completed or need a person to fill a gap for a period of time and require a specific skill set. The business can approach an agency to ask them to find an individual to fit their requirements.
In the mean time I had shared my CV with a number of agencies with the expectation they would match me to a relevant role.
With a match to a role and my skill set determined, I was then invited to interview which resulted in a successful outcome, I was offered a job.

So now you’re asking, what is the job?
It is as Patient Flow Manager in Sussex Community Trust for, initially, a three month period.
Patient Flow means trying to improve how a patient moves through the system from an acute hospital to their discharge when the patient may require community services to support where ever the patient then lives. In reality I am finding the key essence of a Patient Flow role is, acting as the catalyst to re-build relationships which have been damaged through the manner the health economy is being governed. The outcome of an improved flow for patients is their length of stay in hospital reduces with the aim appropriate patients are in the acute/community hospital beds as far as possible.

Did you say Sussex, that’s a long way from Norfolk!
Yes it is, so I am away from home weekdays staying in a ‘home from home’ bed and breakfast just south of Horsham in Partridge Green. It is like living with your elderly parents. I’m looked after and cared for with a nice circuit to run in the evening and my breakfast ready each morning, which certainly softens the blow when away from home.
My job area is the coastal region of the trust which is five hospitals (Bognor Regis, Salvington, Rushington, Midhurst, Arundel) with a total of six wards. So the traveling between the sites is significant but OK.
The worst part of my working week is getting through the Dartford tunnel going home, to date I have always had to wait a significant period of time, so I use the time to make notes about my next blog posting.

OK that sounds good, how is it going?
I’ve been employed since the beginning of August and settled into the role well, concentrating on building a good rapport with the teams I have to influence.
So far I really enjoy this approach to working, I am focused on the tasks I have to achieve and able to take a step back from the local politics which is the bit that ends up being all consuming and exhausting.
I enjoy being in the position where I am paid a daily rate and the feeling of flexibility with a greater control over my own destiny.

In essence I am being paid a lot more money to do the job I was doing in my substantive role in the NHS with a lot less unpleasant hassle and long may this continue!!!!!! 


Festival of Quilts.
I have taken my quilt making to a different level by entering one of my quilts into the ‘Festival of Quilts’ at the NEC in early August. The creation I shared was my quilt I made for my parents golden wedding anniversary, see below.


I encouraged my sister to also enter a quilt she made with the primary school children she is a teaching assistant in Thetford. My mum, Sandra, and Jerry’s mum, Pat, are both helpers in this craft class and attend school each week, as you can see are proud participants in the display of Sara’s school children’s quilt. 



Eastern Daily Press – my article.
When I was not working I was a parent-helper in Dylan’s class at school and then decided to write about my experience. The education editor at the EDP was very keen to print my article and I’m really pleased to say didn’t change any of the initial draft sent to him. If you are interested to see it the link is below, Enjoy!



Sunday, 23 August 2015

“The boy did well!!!” (GCSE Results).

This has been our week of hope, expectation wrapped up in readiness to catch the fall out of disappointment and dismay. I am describing the emotions of waiting for Milo’s GCSE’s, significant element when waiting for the results is the planning  of all the potential alternatives if he does not make the grade for the hoped next step!

Milo has approached his exams in good form, studying hard in the laundry for long hours with intervals of light relief of you-tubing with his gaming videos supplemented with full calorie hot chocolates with all the trimmings. Since his mocks there has been a lot of concentration on his hand writing as he lost marks due to the illegibility of his handwriting. New stabilo pens and lots of practice later Milo entered his exams in May/June feeling reasonably confident.  

Caught in the act of studying!
Well the outcome of all his focus, time and effort has been really pleasing as he did himself proud, by the end of Thursday after collecting his results, he had achieved the following:
·         Two ‘A’s (ICT means using a computer and Religious Studies!)
·         Six ‘B’s (English Language, English Lit, Maths, Science, Citizenship, Geography)
·         Two ‘C’s (Science Additional and Drama)
·         Then one ‘D’ (Computing, this means the backroom activity of using a computer, i.e. programming etc., and we were told often was very dull!).

If you noticed I described Milo’s achievements in a timescale being ‘…by the end of Thursday…’, as initially Milo only looked at page one of his results. At the bottom of page two was his ICT result, an A, it took him a while to realise, this certainly helps to qualify all the time he spends fine tuning the intensity of his computing skill set (i.e. videoing, you-tubing, gaming, chatting world-wide etc.).

Milo’s next step has now been secured as he goes to Sixth Form at Attleborough to do three ‘A ‘levels being: Physics, English Language/Literature, Psychology – he is very pleased with his outcome too. A good week left of holidays with the weight lifted off his shoulders he is enjoying his space and sorting out his wardrobe – hopefully!!!!

Celebratory lunch at the Chinese buffet with a glass of fizz.

I’m sure there is no need to say but I will anyway,
 “By-golly we are proud of our Milo, he has done himself proud with good solid results to go forward and enjoy studying.”

Also giving a thought to Lily (our niece/cousin in Alysham) who has also received her GCSE results and excelled herself in her talented skills giving her the opportunity to aspire to her dreams of being the next designer. Well done Lily too. X

Sunday, 9 August 2015

We kissed the Blarney Stone.

Intrigued by the sentiment of ‘kissing the Blarney Stone’ we thought we would take a day trip to Blarney Castle, which meant a flight to Cork in Ireland via Stanstead then a taxi ride from the airport to the castle. And we decided to do it in a day, exciting and great fun!!!

We now know we must give ourselves 1 1/2 hours to travel, park the car, and walk to the airport terminal to then go straight to departures. As always Stanstead security was the usual ‘mob shuffle’, the person who went ‘ping’ through the metal detector this time was Dylan who quite enjoyed the thrill of a search and shoe check. The security people were very kind to him chatting with him through the whole experience. I now know he should not wear his denim shirt at the airport as he went ping hence searched on the return journey too.

When we entered Blarney Castle grounds a sense of wonderland as we took in the scene. On the right a substantial stream scattered with wishing coins serenaded by a harpist on the stream bank in front of a corridor of trees with gaily knitted stockings the full length of the trees trunks leading to the castle. There is no doubt the castle portrayed an air of dominance by its sheer height and ruggedness. Making our way around the castle the intimidation of the structure was very apparent. The steps were steep through narrow stairways. The tunnels dark dingy leading to dank dungeons, Dylan had to crouch to get through, Milo was on his hands and knees. All the passages well-trodden, smooth uneven stone. Climbing to the top of the castle was strenuous with our heart in our hand as Dylan leapt around less familiar with the potential dangers. Jerry’s anxiety was more acute due to his added fear of heights!!!
At the top of the castle is the ‘Blarney Stone’, once kissed the gift of ‘eloquence’ is received. The stone is reached by lying flat on your back, head back over an opening with an instruction to hold bars either side of your head then reach down to kiss the stone. An ‘OMG’ experience! I did it with my heart in my mouth as it is so high up the castle with very little to stop you falling, fortunately aided by a man positioning each person. Milo, Dylan and myself kissed the Blarney Stone.



 Jerry declined! Going pale, feeling weak with wobbly knees he was sitting down behind a parapet, the top of the castle was moving for Jerry giving a response of he needed to get down to ground level, again!

With a refreshing cup of tea in the castle café, we were looking up at the castle when we were truly able to reflect where we had just been to kiss the stone. We could see from the underside by looking up where people were lying down and dangling. A reflection of Wow and OMG exclamation.

The castle grounds were very interesting to wander around with the
           poison garden, growing cannabis
           fairy glade
witches stone, kitchen, sacrificial altar, wishing steps and waterfall
druids circle and cave
pinetum
seven sisters
fern garden and waterfall, and more.

A long day finished with an ice cream on Blarney town green before we flew home. Definitely a lovely family day to remember when we embraced the ‘gift of eloquence’ – not that any of my boys need any more encouragement to talk. X.

Hope you enjoy Milo's 2min video below of our trip.