midwife's muse

eye, eye

Yesterday I went to my much anticipated study day on setting up as an independent midwife. Hmmm. Really not a lot further forward. It was the practicalities I wanted, as in how much does an oxygen cylinder cost, how do I get blood smples tested etc. They did give us a list of suppliers, so I suppose that it is down to me to do the costings. If I thought that escaping the NHS would reduce my paperwork I was sadly mistaken, documentation seems to be half the answer to evading increased presure from the establishment (supervisors of midwives, NMC) but of course there is the added chore of personal records, as in accounts. Still oodles more musing to do on this one.

As I left the study day Hubby phoned, was I on my way home because he had got a branch in his eye whilst playing golf. I told him that I don't 'do eyes', far to gory, a real yuck factor for me. He assured me that I wouldn't have to excavate his eye but that he did need me to drive him to the hospital as he had an emergency appointment at the eye clinic. I arrived home to find a very sad Hubby, one eye watering copiously and extremely painful. Off we went to the 6.30pm appointment, seen at 7.40pm, not to bad especially as there was a TV in the waiting area, and a 1982 copy of Country Life, wonderful to look at the property prices. Doctor decreed that G.P was right, the cornea is torn, she even drew a little picture and offered to show me, I declined her kind offer. Hubby is now sporting a fetching patch over the afflicted eye, ointment to be applied 4 hourly, I shall have to gird my loins for that one. He returns to the clinic tomorrow, when they will decide if the tear is healing without scarring. We went straight from the hospital for our usual curry, that meant no relaxing beverage for me, golf has a lot to answer for.

2.11.06 09:47