Sunday, 11 March 2018

The things I say

Some of the things I say on repeat:

  • What time are you going?
  • Do  you need to eat?
  • What time is your train?
  • Has Harry been fed?
  • What are we gonna have for dinner?
  • Are you home for dinner tonight?
  • What time will you be back?
  • Are you going to work today?
  • Are you going to the gym?
  • Can you get milk?
  • Can you get bread?
  • Does that uniform need washing?
  • Bye
  • See you later
  • Have a good day

If you had a parrot, what would it learn to say?

Saturday, 10 March 2018

International Women's Day

My client at the moment is aiming to have a VBAC (vaginal birth after caesarean). She has also developed Gestational Diabetes. The two things are not linked except in the fact that they both conspire to make her a "high risk" patient.
On Thursday she had an appointment with the diabetes educator, that is an expert in diabetes not birth, and the educator told her that at under five feet tall she would not be able to achieve a VBAC and should book in for a caesarean.
I have no desire to be a militant, doctor hating, suspicious, against-the-system kind of doula and I spend a lot of time reassuring mothers that nobody in the system is trying to do anything to upset them, just to be responsible and accountable but incidents like these make me into a liar. These situations where people step outside of their professional boundaries and say inappropriate things have the potential to derail a woman's confidence long before she has even a niggle of labour.
I wonder would a diabetes educator even dream of telling a man he was too small, too fat or too thin to have normal sexual function? Or would they stick to the task of diabetes education?

The timing of this pronouncement, on International Women's day, subtly underlines how far we have yet to go in the quest for equality and I am proud that one by one, I help womyn to find their subversive voices.

Monday, 5 March 2018

The patient

A very expensive vets visit today revealed that Harry has a torn cruciate ligament. The ideal treatment is a $9000 surgery. The cheap surgery is $3000. If we are very lucky, we might avoid surgery by resting him and allowing the ligament to develop good strong scar tissue.
You might remember that Harry is not my dog but my son's. My lack of ownership doesn't stop me feeling horrible for Liam who has spent his summer working his bum off and might see it all go on what is only likely to be a moderately successful othopaedic surgery.
A little googling has revealed a knee brace which will help to keep the joint in a safe range of movement while still allowing some exercise so that muscles don't atrophy.
On top of all that, the vets examination has revealed a lot of bruising on Harry. He is almost never alone and we have no  idea how he got this bruising. It is concerning to know that he is managing to do all this damage......
Only yesterday someone said I didn't seem my "usual ebullient self" and I disagreed with them but at this moment my powerlessness is very definitely anti-ebullient!