My body now: A good measure of time, but more clock shaped than hourglass

So my husband and I have spent the last six months, navigating the unpredictable waters of pregnancy. Acne, back-ne, flatulence, back ache, swelling, bleeding gums, leaking nipples, constant hunger... and that's just my husband. To be honest, despite the usual slightly unpleasant but more impractical symptoms, it has been fairly smooth sailing thus far and … Continue reading My body now: A good measure of time, but more clock shaped than hourglass →

Trying to put the ‘organ’ back, in ‘organisation’

GIPHY Studios Originals When you work for a big organisation, it's easy to feel like a small fish in a big pond. You get lost in a sea of faces, most of whom you've never met. I affectionately refer to people according to their approximate occupation, e.g. "that guy from IT", or the group of … Continue reading Trying to put the ‘organ’ back, in ‘organisation’ →

Well, shit in my flower pot and call me a spectator!

This post has no meaningful, reflective discussion to it, though I'm sure it could be considered metaphorical in some ways...! I thought I'd share a random little incident that happened to me the other day, because my family found it amusing. So, when I'm home I like to sit in my big round arm chair … Continue reading Well, shit in my flower pot and call me a spectator! →

“It’s OK, I wont have a break…”

Free Clipart image from http://clipart-library.com/busy-nurse-cliparts.html I can almost guarantee you that these words have passed the lips of every nurse, at some point in their career. This topic arose following today's diary entry: https://choosetransformation.files.wordpress.com/2019/04/100419-1.mp4 Like many nurses, I work 12.5 hour shifts. My commute is 1 hour and 10 minutes each way. I wake up … Continue reading “It’s OK, I wont have a break…” →