2 posts tagged “nhs”
Nicked this from Minim although I have edited it a bit as I get the impression it was originally devised as a bit of sly market research for computer manufacturers. Haven't done one for ages but I really like reading them...
Alcohol: Wine and at the moment I'm going through a rosé phase
Believe in God?: No I don't believe in God or Gods
Chocolate: Montezuma's because they do vegan truffles
D&D character: Adam. He's the only person I know who plays
Eggs: Soft boiled, gotta love a runny yolk
Food: Yep but have a particular penchant for south east Asian and Japanese
Gemstone: Er...only have semi precious that I've made into necklaces and the choice of stone depends on the colour scheme
Hairdresser: Shingo at the Witches Hut. Genius who never lets me down
Icecream: Dairy upsets my stomach sadly and if I was going to risk it I'd have cheesecake
Jeans: Gap, boot cut, short fitting, stretch
Karaoke choice: Private performances only, my voice is best not shared
Left or right handed: right
Music: Oh gawd this is tricky because it totally depends on my mood and what I'm doing. My favourite band is Muse and I do lean towards guitar-based music but I listen to all sorts from Classic FM at work to Edith Piaf on a sunny Sunday morning
Nationality: British
Occupation: Journalist
Perfume: Jo Malone French Lime Blossom
Quest: To win the lottery, buy a flat in Covent Garden, get a personal yoga instructor and become a patron of the arts. Failing that just to enjoy life as much as possible, it's the only one I've got.
Rant: At the moment, still railing at the NHS for its treatment of my Mum
Seafood: Nommy, nommy, nommy (except whelk and sea snails).
Twitter: Yep for work (increasingly useful) and pleasure (fun and informative)
Uncontrollable urge to: Buy more theatre tickets
Vice: Only because of the amount I spend on it: Theatre and cinema
What I wear to work: Casual/smart-casual/smart depending on mood and/or meetings
X-men character: Can I go for Wolverine because I fancy Hugh Jackman?
Yesterday I: Cleaned the windows, hoovered, met a friend for tea and cake at Patisserie Valerie in Soho, bought friends membership at the Royal Academy and went to the breathtakingly beautiful John Waterhouse exhibition there, went to see Broken Embraces at the Clapham Picture House. (I had the day off work, my Friday's aren't normally so indulgent)
Zodiac sign: I'm full of bull
My Mum has been in Peterborough hospital for barely a week and already they've forgotten her Parkinson's medication, twice, and allowed her to get into a situation where she could and did fall over, twice.
It is kind of ironic that after doing their utmost to keep her alive in the last few months (against both hers and her family's wishes) the NHS now seems bent on doing her in.
It feels like they are trying to tick a few boxes such as washing (check), walk to the loo (check) etc so they can get rid because she's bed blocking. 'Hello! You kept her alive when nature was trying desperately to end her suffering."
It is a horrid hospital - grubby, shabby, rigid, oppressive and understaffed - it's surprising anyone gets well. The sooner we can get her out of there the better. She's only on the first floor I might take a rope next time I visit and break her out.
