How we come across to others
My last post on this blog prompted a couple of responses that have given me cause to think about the way that what we say and write comes across to others. There is something very different about the way we say things to each other in person or over the phone where we are able to change the tone and volume of our voice, and perhaps even smile which delivers the message in the way we intend. In an email or in a comment on a blog things can be very different, particularly when we fire something off in anger or distress. Emails can cause particular offense if people are not careful with the way they come across, for example some people dispense with any niceties like writing dear so and so and instead launch straight in. This I would suggest can cause the directness bordering on curt particularly if the person then begins to have a bit of a rant about something they perceive you or someone else has done. Experience has taught me that emails can be very useful, but also quite a damaging tool in terms of relationships between colleagues, and sometime they can be used to say things we would never say face to face.
Equally people sometimes use the comments section of a blog to dispatch the kind of words that they perhaps wouldn’t dare to utter if forced a) to reveal their identity and b) to see the expression on the person they launched it at when it is read. I have been extremely lucky, my relatively low readership is mainly comprised of sensible people who think before they write, but you only have to read a small proportion of what is published in the blogsphere to see examples of comments posted with the most amazing vitriol. I wouldn’t go as far as to say that we all have to adhere to the ‘if you haven’t got something nice to say, then don’t say it at all’ line, but I think it might be a good idea to think about how you would feel if it were directed to you and face to face.
One of my greatest challenges over the last year has been to come to terms with the fact that for a long time I have been spending far more than I earn. Hubby’s salary fluctuates due to overtime (or lack of it) but we have tended to think it is our right to continue to spend what we haven’t earned and all will be well with the world. Well about a year ago, I realised that all wasn’t well and if I wasn’t careful something very nasty could happen. Since then I have cut up all credit cards and been in dispute with various companies over the amount I can pay back in any single month. For a while that meant dozens of phone calls, some of them threatening every day from people in various call centres around the world, but thankfully arrangements have been made with all of those companies and all money will eventually be paid back. In fact my debt has already fallen by £8000, quite an achievement even if I do say so myself.
This post is intended to give myself a good talking to. The end of my
No me either! I have held a patients hand, but then tell me what is wrong with that? There seems to be a perception that specialist nurses, particularly perhaps those looking after people with lung cancer do such a thing. I guess this would be because the perception is that they have no particularly useful role in patient care seeing as they usually don’t actually provide physical care. At the same time the implication is that the employment of such a nurse financially prevents the use of particular expensive drugs. I have been a specialist nurse, but not with patients with lung cancer. Indeed I made a decision relatively early on in my nursing career that I didn’t want to specialise in the care of people with cancer, and can’t imagine concentrating on lung cancer. I did share an office with the hospital’s lung cancer nurse though and she didn’t pat peoples hands though she did spend lots of time with individual patients talking through treatment options or lack of them and generally being there to listen and advise. She often also was there to pick up the pieces left my busy medical staff breezing in and out of a situation without taking the time to check that the patient understood the message that had been given.
Sad as it may seem I do not have 50 or so posts already physically written or carefully cataloged in my brain ready for use, but have to be in some way inspired. This may be through particular incidents which I want to write about or trigger memories of something else that has happened that is perhaps in some way linked, or it may come through reading other people’s blogs and feeling the need to write something on that or a similar topic. I often go to one of my regular reads and then move through some of their links, and some of theirs and so on, I know I should get a life (actually I have one, but this is a good avoidance tactic for real life). This morning then I found my way through 


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