Category: Dissertation

  • Overstretched (and underpaid)

    Gah.

    So I’ve got:

    My dissertation
    Trying to get a job
    Trying to find a house for myself
    Trying to find a house for my mum
    Maintaining the car and bike myself
    Full time work
    Pride
    I’m starting to feel a bit overstretched. When my mum rings and says “when will you be free to take me back up to look at more houses?” – I know she needs to move, and I really do want to help, but I’m still feeling the 19 hours of driving. I’m tired, and what she’s asking for is, essentially, three days of my time. And at the moment I can’t see when I can give three days. But she can’t navigate for toffee and even I struggled the first time around Kendal – all one way and whatever, and houses out in the middle of no-where which she’ll have no problem with once she knows where they are; but which we’ll have to find.
    I’m just tired, I know it’ll look better in a bit, specifically the bit when I’ve got more of my dissertation finished and when I’m less tired. But *sigh*. Right at this instant it’s a bit much.

  • Knackered… again.

    So I spent the morning working on my dissertation. Well, a hour or two of the morning and I’ve finished (well, first generation finished) section 3.1; this means 1/3rd of chapter 3 is done. So, the list goes thus:

    Abstract – N
    Introduction – Y
    Methodology – Y
    Critical Review – 1/3rd
    Conclusions (2k words) – N

    That makes me feel lots better. Hopefully I won’t be too exhausted tomorrow to do more. I’m cooking rhubarb crumble on Tuesday (I’m on an Early) assuming I’ve not collapsed through exhaustion so if anyone wants any then just gimmie a shout… but I really am exhausted.

    I shouldn’t have gone out last night but Lizbuf tempted me with Dr Who and Chinese Takeaway; and also the fact that I love a challenge and getting showered, dressed and to her house in a maximum of 50 minutes sounded fun *grins*. I’d actually declared that I was too tired, and too poor to go to the cinema… so, err, I wasn’t shunning my other friends… I really wasn’t. *grins more*. I also managed to take my housemate’s phone with me, rather than mine. This is because we have the same phone. Exactly the same phone. This is unfortunate; especially as it was my only means of getting home should Cherry have broken, because I’d not even remembered the spare spark plug / spanner. Impressive huh.

    I’d also forgotten what it’s like visiting people when wearing bike gear. Unlike in the movies, if you want to stay alive after riding through a city you need to wear decent bike gear – with armour in – and so I turn up looking like the michelin man. Also unlike in the movies there isn’t a break between me taking my helmet off and the next shot of me, and the helmet fits, thus when I take it off my hair looks like shite. Always the best way to meet new people :-)

    Never mind eh, it was really good to get out, be sociable and meet new and shiny people; just a shame I had to bugger off so soon after Itm, sorry, Tim arrived, but having been up since 5:30…
    We seemed to spend most of the evening laughing and a disconcerting period of the evening talking about skunkies (don’t ask, okay?); Liz tried to explain who everyone is in CSI:something, which, incidentally is a very confusing show to half-watch when you don’t know the characters… as a result of which, I still have no idea who everyone is. It appeared to involve dead people, which I understand is a prerequisite for Liz :-)

    Liz also introduced me to a takeaway which had an entertainingly different take on the traditional ‘lemon chicken’. More, chicken with thick lemon-squash than lemon chicken as such. It was okay…but I’d not repeat the experience… and couldn’t exactly recommend it. Oooh, oooh, and the gay blokes on the cakes… if I’d’ve had my camera with me you could all share the tale of sorrow of the woman who either got married to or discovered after the wedding that her bloke was gay, and then on another cake you see him marrying his partner. Clearly a cake shop to be reckoned with.
    Ra.

    So yes, a good night. But now I’m tired. And I’ve got to go to work. At least, tomorrow is a late too, so I can maybe have a bit of a lie in…

    I’ve also learned that I am to be the only one dressed like a cheap harlot in a basque when we go to Rocky Horror; fortunately I’m used to this sort of situation (does that sound bad?) and also have no shame, so I don’t mind wandering round london like that. I just hope it’s cool enough (hah) that I can wear some sort of coat. Last time I had to walk any great distance before Rocky Horror I wore a friend’s fleece – and had time to break in the heels. This time I need to go buy boots (perhaps I’ll do that t’morrow) and attempt to break them in before Saturday. Oh, and I need to get my hair cut and my eyebrows done.

    Argh! There aren’t enough hours in my life to have a social life as *well* as go to uni. This is why I’ve avoided having a social life until now.

  • These papers…are awfully…similar.

    I’m not quite sure how I didn’t notice before, staggeringly blind is a phrase that leaps to mind, but two of my papers are actually by the same person discussing the same research. Granted they’re a year apart. Granted they cover entirely different segments of the research. And they have entirely different titles. But I can’t imagine how I didn’t notice.

    Reading my critique notes, they’re virtually interchangable; only one’s discussing the social aspect and the other the actual care. Feh. Never mind. I think the content is different enough to count them as different papers.

    But god do I feel like a prick.

  • Crisis of Confidence

    So I’m staring at my dissertation. All… let’s check now… all 343 words of it and I feel completely fucking lost. I know what the research says. It says being a Gay or Lesbian patient in the healthcare environment sucks. It says you’re likely to feel insulted, abused, have insufficient pain relief, it says you’ll be ignored, not connect with your healthcare workers, will present later because the chances are you’ll have had an unpleasant healthcare experience in your life. One of the bigger studies had 44% of GLB people avoiding healthcare interactions. 44%.

    I just don’t seem to be able to find any words. I keep thinking what my supervisor said – that you’re trying to say what the research says and critique it. But it’s so hard, because there’s very little disagreement. And after today’s bike incident I’m just feeling a bit crap. A bit useless. And I know I’m not. And I know this is just a temporary glitch. But having a phonecall from my mum who’s getting grief from the kids in near her house again and not being able to do anything about it, and the bike, and being completely stuck with my dissertation, it’s all adding up to sensitive and unhappy Kate.

    I could do with a shoulder to cry on today and perhaps the curling up with someone on a cofa would be good. It’s times like this that being single is less fun.

  • Limits

    I have finally found something that scares me. My dissertation.

    The section I’m about to write is a puny 4,500 word, I’ve been thinking it was 6,000. But. I don’t feel like I know the papers well enough. I don’t feel prepared to write it. I’m fucking terrified. I keep looking at this other person’s that I printed off to get a ‘style’. It’s fine. If only I could *actually* feel like I could write it.

    I need to start, but I’m feeling slightly sick. It does, of course, make a difference that I actually care about this topic. I want to do it justice, not rattle off another managementese essay. The phrase “get a grip woman” springs to mind. Aaack. But dissertations… well. I need to get a good mark on this. I fudged my IP3 essay – which I expected to, but I’m also concerned about [whatever that previous essay was about, I can’t actually remember]. So this is my chance to make sure I get a decent final grade. There are no exams. This is it.

    And that’s why it’s scary.

  • Woooooot.

    The world is peachy keen and super cool today. Why you ask… WHY?

    Well, because:

    1. I have the bits to fix my motorcycle in a little box behind me.
    2. I have completed the 2000 word essay.
    3. I have completed all my EU Packs.
    4. I have completed my learning outcomes.
    5. The bike is insured from tomorrow.
    6. The only thing between me and no-more-uni-work is my dissertation. A teeny little 6000 word story, 2500 word conclusion and proofing and making the suggested changes to the 500 word abstract and 1000 word introduction.

    So, the world rawks; James ultra-super-rawks for proofing my essay and suggesting the really bloody good changes which turned my essay from ‘okay’ to ‘fan-bloody-tastic’ (at least, as far as it can go for a tedious meta-analysis of a reflection). I’m now going to munch on an apple, make a cup of tea, and see if I can’t turn Cherry into a working bike before lunch.

  • Future Tense

    So, I have various things impacting on my life at the moment which have the potential to cause me stress. The first and most pressing of these is my university work; this comprises a dissertation – which I should be working on right now (although I think I’ve found yet another paper – something that would bring great joy); the EU packs (because reading about maternity is enough to make you a safe midwife, and reading about kids makes you just as good as a children’s nurse. Yes.), there’s also another assigment and lots of learning outcomes; these are stressing me out less than they should.

    There’s the whole Canada thing, which is becoming markedly more stressful – as I realise just how much work I’m setting myself up for. I’m planning to move to a country which won’t recognise my qualification – so I’ll need to take the nurses board exam for wherever I end up, and depending on where I go they may not recognise my drivers licence (fracking BC) so I’d have to take my driving tests again (bike and car, and lose, presumably all my shiny big lorry privilages). Ack, ack. Stress. But that I don’t need to really consider until I’m qualified and (ideally) working because at that point I can start the application process; but right at this moment – everything I read might change before then – so I should really stop trying to research it. I was trying to be prepared, but instead I think it’s probably better to concentrate on other things. Of course, that doesn’t stop the desire to find out what I’m trying to let myself in for appearing.

    But the final thing that’s stressing me out is home. (more…)

  • Concentration span of a goldfish

    Hello humans, this is Kate here. Kate has a cold. Kate is not actually particularly unwell with her cold, and is more frustrated by her body’s unwillingness to do what she’s telling it to do. For example, work is hampered by a stinking headache and the concentration span of a goldfish. Still, she’s managed one and a half papers of critical reviewing, which means there’s only one and a half papers left to do before she starts writing like a demon for her next meeting.

    She’s trying to drink plenty, but mostly this is making her feel sick. Well, actually, she feels sick anyway (as is pretty much normal for Kate-with-a-stupid-cold) but drinking is making it worse. Bah.

    She’s burned some DVDs for Kara and some for Aunt PeterAnn (she hopes); and will shortly start on burning the final one. She’s also watched an episode of Changing Rooms, and one of Quincy. She’s listened to Tapping the Vein and Goldfrapp. She is, fundamentally, very bored but hasn’t really got the attention span to do anything else. She was tempted to write a howlsthunder like post about her past, but has decided that it’d not really be that interesting, and she’d probably get bored halfway through.

    Kate wishes to point out to her body that getting colds, while somewhat rarer than it used to be remains a frustrating habit, and one that it should perhaps consider attempting to break. Thus ends todays Kate announcements.

  • Dull, dull, dull.

    So, I’ve got the next two days ‘off’; in that time I’ve got several things I need to do:

    • Action plan for essay. Find evidence. Implement plan. Write 2000 word essay.
    • Polish of reviewing those last two papers. Hope the two I’ve ordered are good.
    • Attack the EU Packs a bit.
    • Swim.
    • Find out what I need to have done for Friday’s Uni Day; and do it.

    I’ve rung about the moved goalposts / government forms. I’ve prodded into action the machines that need prodding. Christ knows what’d’ve happened if I’d’ve not rung.

    I also need to:

    • Service my car (in the near future, it’s not desparate yet but the brakes are starting to pull slightly to the left, so I reckon they’re due the service they’ve not had for the last 2 and a bit years…). They tyres need ‘rotating’ – because the front ones are looking a trifle worn. Not at the wear limit, but getting awfully close, so I shall swap them round a bit. Hopefully it might help me track down the hideous shudder. But I really can’t afford to replace them before the end of the placement – and this placement is hard on tyres (all bloody roundabouts and nice-to-drive curvy British roads)
    • Strip my bike’s frame. Someone’s very kindly (incredibly kindly) offered to weld up the frame for me – which I really need done, but I need to strip the bike down to just the frame.

    Excitement is clearly brewing in the House of Elliott ;-) (more…)

  • Progress Report…

    I’m still struggling with the dissertation. There’s a whole ‘enthusiasm to actually do it’ thing; and trying desparately not to leave it, like the EU packs, to the last possible minute. So actually getting down and working is really me beating myself repeatedly over the head with the self-knowledge stick of “if you leave it you’ll still have to do it in the end”.

    At least, this weekend, I’ve actually made some more progress – but I’m still battling against having chosen a topic in a field that very little research appears to have been done in. Although if you type in ‘lesbian’ or ‘gay’ or even ‘homosexual’ into the British Nursing Index or the Cumulative Index of Allied and Health Literature you’ll get lots of hits. Lots of them. Scrub out all those before 1995 and you’re suddenly into far fewer. And do you know what the majority of them are on? They’re on AIDS. They’re on AIDS and the medical system staggeringly failing to care for people.

    But there’s very little there on the gay / lesbian patient experience. In fact, finding 8 primary research papers for a literature review that are less than 10 years old, in English, published, peer reviewed and centred on the patient experience has become something of a crusade. I’ve not succeeded yet. I’ve got 2 probables. I’m not sure if my search terms aren’t right, but even searching just by hand through upwards of 200 papers that have the word ‘lesbian’ in hasn’t yeilded results that I’ve missed.

    I’ve looked up papers from other papers (I’ve forgotten the name for this, there is a technical term for it) – I’ve just searched on Google for things, I’ve used PubMed and asked for papers from the British Library – and I’ve got a huge stack of papers that turn out to be secondary (not always suprising, but I’ve been getting a bit desparate), paper’s who’s abstracts are subtly misleading. Well, by huge stack. I’ve got about 20.

    I’m scared, frankly, that there aren’t going to be enough, that my dissertation is going to be a disaster because I won’t be able to find two more papers.

    What has struck me is that my scan-reading of papers is not as effective at catching out the bad ones as I’d once thought. Although I know what to look for, if I scan papers sometimes I don’t notice the subtle missing things that indicate something’s wrong in my quick scan read.

    Mostly it’s the sampling technique – if you’re trying to reach a difficult to reach population, and this certainly counts as that, then it’s understandable. But it does mean that some of this research has all the transferability of a RISC OS programme. It’s a big scary thing, the dissertation. I know I can fill 3,000 words easily, on this topic. Finding an argument is harder; because pretty much everything I’ve read has been depressingly similar; Gay and Lesbian individuals get a raw deal from health services.

    It’s changing my practice; because there are things I’d not realised – which is only because I’m staggeringly dumb, heterosexual-assumption based questions instantly put the glbt individual at a huge disadvantage. They’ve got a mountain to climb; to come out against you making heterosexuality the default. I tend to say have you got a partner, anyway. But there are other questions which… I now feel more prepared for.

    I have managed to work this weekend – as I said – I’ve actually worked my way through 2 papers – they’re all down into 2 pages of notes on what’s good and bad about them. I’ll be converting that into a table as soon as I tackle the last two. That’s 6… there’s one more ‘possible’ paper – which I might use anyway, which extends it from just nursing to midwifery as well, which’d give me 9; more than the recommended minimum 8.

    I’m pondering, actually, referencing series 3 episode 6 of the L word; because it actually tackles one of the major issues with glbt healthcare, which I won’t go into (‘cos it’d be a spoiler); but yes. Anyway. That’s progress for you; 2 possible papers to order from the British Library and 2 more papers reviewed ready for me to start writing the actual review. This is goodness.