“He’s floating so high on his self-appointed sanctity”: Glenda Jackson laying in to Iain Duncan Smith (via New Statesmen)
‘We are looking at a welfare state which was created to protect people from actually falling through the cracks. What this particular secretary of state; what this particular department is doing is pushing people through those cracks and hoping that the rest of the country won’t notice that they’ve disappeared.’
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In which Housemate Xed perfectly captures right wing hypocrisy
Me: *reads quote from Alito about how SCOTUS decision only applies to contraception, not transfusions or other medication*
Me: Huh. On the one hand, at least that’s not total anarchy. On the other hand, he basically just said yes, they hate women. They hate me.
Xed: That’s because you’re not in your PLACE, Shades. Get back in your box. And stop talking back!
Me: I suppose I should stop raising my booze to the door-to-door mormons, too.
Xed: No, you can keep doing that. Because they’re WEIRD.Incidentally, could you guys please fix the US? We’re planning to move over there and your crazy-folk are making it awfully….worrying.
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Door to Dormons
I was working in the yard today with a cold cider when two Mormons rang the doorbell. I opened the door, raised my deliciously boozy drink, and told them I didn’t think they’d get very far.
I really though I’d earned myself a reprieve by being so weird last time. What’s a girl got to do to get…
My flatmate when I was at Uni (the first time) was an atheist geneticist. He used to invite Jehova’s Witnesses in, seat them in the far corner of the kitchen, ply them with tea, then gleefully try and completely destroy their faith.
These days as someone who works nights, I look back and think they deserve it.
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I am a nurse. For 30 years of my career, I was a labor and delivery nurse. I took care of women through all stages of labor and through their delivery. Due to the many times that I have worked 16 hour shifts, I bonded with many women and helped them through long hours. Finally, through much work on the mom’s part with my guidance, she would be ready to deliver. In would sail the doctor, spend five minutes catching the baby, and then pose for all the pictures. I would hear from the families how wonderful he/she was.
Really?
Then why is my back killing me because I stood for two to three hours with a woman in a variety of positions including resting her foot on my shoulder while she pushed? Oh, and did I mention that she is also paralyzed from the waist down from the epidural, so I was also helping to hold her up while she squatted to push?
Why have I had to change my scrub clothes twice in a shift because someone either puked on me or amniotic fluid soaked everything?
Really?
Who is it that actually got that IV started while reassuring the poor mom?
Who is it that took the camera out of the daddy’s trembling hand and started taking family pictures because she knew that otherwise there would be no proof that he had even been in the room? And capturing the look of wonder on both parent’s faces at the same time.
Who is it that cleaned up every body fluid that can spew from a human, with a smile on her face and encouraging words for the mortified patient who has never been sick in front of a stranger in her life?
Who is it that tracked down the anesthesia people, chased them out of the lounge, and threatened them with their lives if they didn’t take care of her patient, NOW?
And when things didn’t go well, who was it that took that poor baby that didn’t make it, cleaned it up, dressed it, wrapped it in a soft blanket, and brought it to the broken-hearted parents to hold for the first and last time?
Oh, yeah, Dr. Marvelous is just great.
I’m just a nurse.
– Kathy Hurst Davis, Nurse, quoted in this Slate article. (via thedaysofforever)
Nurses are so underappreciated, like, seriously guys. All of my best memories from hospitals as a child were because of nurses.
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..I’ll never forget the first baby I caught as a student nurse because the doctor was out buying a magazine or something because the mom was “only 50 cents’ worth of dilated” and couldn’t possibly be ready to deliver for another three or four hours. Oh yeah.
Most doctors are wonderful. No question. But 90% of the people who take care of you in the hospital are the nurses.
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Important.
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Nurses, especially in hospitals, are the front line of your care. They’re the ones who are always available at the touch of a button. And it’s been nurses who have saved my life on three separate occasions. Praise all good things in the universe for nurses. Underappreciated, under-resourced and woefully underpaid nurses.
(via amaditalks)
Is it bad of me to reblog this with pride?
Is it bad of me to reblog this for the awesome people I work with who spend hours chasing down doctors, making sure that people’s plans-of-care involve the right treatment; delivering the right drugs; getting analgesia sorted and working really f*cking hard to be slagged off day-in, day-out by Murdoch’s god-awful news empire (and ignored entirely by the BBC)?
Because nurses are damn important, and we disappear into the background so much.
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my mom is nursing these kittens because their mommy got hurt, they have no patience
This is EXACTLY how Calliope pantsed me in front of my housemate.
(Do you tie your pajama waist ties? I don’t. I never thought there was a reason to tie your pajama waist ties.)
Housemate Xed has seen more of me than he ever bargained for.
I never tied my pyjama waist ties… not until *now*.
Thanks for implanting cat-based-paranoia-thoughts…
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11 seconds, so worth it!
Submission by phatfred
Oh god, you’ve got to love Norway
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Justine Frischmann giving good face.
I entirely crushed on Justine Frischmann in my teens.
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I love work, I can watch it all day
If I weren’t still slightly tediously coldy (and coughy, and going to work tomorrow) then I’d be a lot more angsty about the fact that today has mostly been spent with me doing stuff all.
The auto electrician was meant to appear at 10, but instead didn’t appear until 1145; so I did a lot of waiting-unproductively; then (and this is my good deed for the day) filed all the paperwork that I’ve not filed for err, months, and also the stuff that we dug up when we were clearing the office (INCOMING GUESTS! PANIC! EVERYTHING MUST BE FINISHED!*). Then I just dawdled around the house doing odds and sods, wrote a teeny tiny bit (maybe 100 words, with some edits elsewhere, I still don’t hate it which remains unusual and is strangely pleasing, at some point I’ll have to show it to someone to see if it’s awful) and intermittently pottered out to see what the auto electrician was up to.
I’m not entirely sure that the towbar electrics are still working; I’ll have to check that at some point, and one of the sidelights is apparently still wired very oddly (it’s really unclear what in heaven’s name they were attempting to do with the wiring; some stuff seems to just run the length of the car for no apparent reason, duplicating stuff in the loom that appears to be working**). Weirdly, in the middle of all his fixing, the interior light started working, so yay for that.
Anyhow, once that was done and he’d flagged that the oil pressure switch wasn’t working, I nipped out, got that, installed it, and we now have what appears at the moment to be a functioning car.
I am still waiting on the shiny exhaust, but for the moment I’ve got the emergency exhaust repair kit and some tools in the boot, and enough spare wire in there to go to Mars.
All I can do is go for journeys and see.
Oh, and I found a place that’ll service and check the calibration on the speedo, but the car has to have a non-GPS based speedo so I’ll probably do that at a point when I’m certain I won’t need the car for a bit. Having checked; 20 appears to be at 20 ish, so that’s fine for most of Bristol. It may just be that it needs a service.
I’ve also blocked out potentially an entire week for agency work which should help with getting the EV conversion going…
* I will fail at this, but don’t honestly really expect to achieve it, it’s just a ‘wouldn’t it be nice if they turned up and the house was actually finished’.
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Yay for Bristol; I’d say that sometimes it’s an awesome city, but that really understates it :)
