of the complexities I lived with, not studied. The irony in a path only I know. The layman living on observations. The specialist knowledge lacking. The common sense kicked in. It takes years to specialise, and gain respect in standing. The ones who juggle private with NHS. The cost of this bit of info or paper. And some who do much in the other hours. Those who do actually give their resources are there, somewhere. And some who are also serial killers in practice within the community, or pretend to qualify, in the days of less rigorous requirement...
I have looked at much. I will not find answers. Not everything is believable. The hope of those who quietly in their vocations seek innovative ways within their role, are the ones I will always appreciate. Those that get the care in the community by those dedicated to their speciality and evolving ways in making it improve for those encased in much and different, what I experienced first hand.
The way I seek and strive with the responsibility these positions hold. I am still in conflict with. Do I want to know these fields and assist others in their innovations. Or go in a different direction ... completely....?
And no matter what is said. You do get seen quicker with luxury, in this industry of work. My husband too witnessed much with staff conversations in care, that which I cannot go into, and that on a different level more recently. My mum has the same degenerative disease as my sister in the bones. Who has had all the recent many joint ops? Another one forthcoming at Christmas. An observation from not just me! And it is not just the age thing.... or the performance rating time boundaries either ...
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