I am sure there are going to be a lot of these predictable new years posts but it has to be done and it has to be done well.
So here goes:
2016 what did you give to me.
January you gave me a graduate as my gorgeous daughter graduated from Derby University. A very proud moment.
February was a quiet month but still but I got to sea seals on the beach in Norfolk with my wonderful friend ‘Kinky’ or Kate if you need her real name.
March was a busy time just getting out and about and meeting up with friends.The mask picture was a game of pin the cucumber on the hunk (you had to be there).
April was all about the gardening and family time. The big garden was commenced and a pop to Lowerstoft to see mum and dad.
May the gardening became a massive build or should I say demolition, poor Alan ended up on his back with me giggling. Love continued.
June was all about the queens birthday and a mission to try and get the community together which was not a great success but we had great time with the usual bunch of people.
July was about big weekend, time alone with Cameron in Norfolk, checking out the botanic gardens to see where we will have our wedding photos and then barbecue in the new look garden.
August was a trip to Scotland with some great friends who fell in love with the scenery. We had an amazing week,lucky with the weather and lovely place to stay. It was also the month when cucumbers and tomatoes grew beautifully.
September was a first for me going to my very first festival and then meeting Paddy of Emerdale. The parents visiting which was lovely and I got my heron photo. It was a good month. There was much sadness in September also which a number of my friends had to deal with and they dealt with their sadness with such dignity and strength.
October was a charity event time for breast cancer when planning it I was just thinking back at Valerie the real founder of the title to my blog but then how would I have known it would then be news that would be hard for all with my niece being diagnosed with breast cancer. It was a great night and every penny will count. I then had a visit to bakewell with my lovely friend and her children.
November was a month where things were a little quieter but with a great night thrown in at Gin of the Rocks. Night at the museum and more gardening for Alan.
Now we come to December where we had the best time and the most fun just spending this month with family and friends. So no we have got to 31/12/16 a little poorly so no going out but what I do have is 2017 to look forward to and I can’t wait.
Good bye 2016 and welcome with bells on 2017. We have a wedding, more babies due and people to fight hard to ensure they get well. So positive vibes required and celebrations to be focused on.
Happiness, Health and Love I wish all.
PART 1 (not sure there is a part 2)
It came into my head tonight that there must be a tail or two that care workers could tell us that will shed light on the fun it can be to be a care. Yes its a serious job (I am well aware), but if like me there has been some funny/amusing/amazing/extraordinary experiences that within care then maybe we should share. It’s just a thought. Of cause no identifiable information that would break ‘data protection’ or ‘confidentiality’ but stories that may bring a wry smile to your face or did bring a rye smile maybe even a loud laugh.
My first day as a support worker (18 just left home) gave me a shock, having a lady ask me outright if I had a fanny and the proceeded to say I have ‘see’. Oh and yes she showed me. How I managed to be brave enough to stay I do not know but I did. It still brings a wry smile to me face when I think of her that first moment. Not long after this been told that I would need to practice ducking and I just laughed at that comment not understanding the real implications unit a glass and a table came across the room then I realised ducking was a skill I mastered very quickly. I found myself drawn to the services users who everyone seem to want to avoid as they were deemed as ‘challenging’ and they were but finding a chink in their armour to allow you in was the best feeling and I was lucky enough to be able to do this. So I would watch and observe and move very quickly when another support worker went in feet first with no thought for the persons feelings. They soon learnt to duck.
There have been many of a story that have lit up my smile due to the actual situations I found myself in many of them bodily fluid stories, many of them achievements people managed but many of them were just someone being unique.
If you could see care in colour oh my goodness the rainbow would not be enough.
If you heard it in a sound then it would be all the chords, notes you can think of going of at once.
So what I ask is that you focus on these stories of joy, amusment, uniquiness and inclusion and share them with respect. Remember on the harder days its going to be a better day soon. Think of the colours, think of the sounds and then remember your going home you are just there for a moment in some of the people’s lives so make that moment mean something. Make that time be colourful, make the smile as bright as you can and focus on what matters.