Wednesday, May 10, 2006


A famous statue in the crypt of the Wincester cathedral. The crypt is usually flooded, a fault in the original design, and the statue was designed to be standing in water. However, given the drought, it's the first time in ages the crypt has been dry.  Posted by Picasa

A pretty terraced garden in Wincester. Unfortunately, you can't see the river I was looking across to take this picture, which was very clear and burbly. Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, May 09, 2006


Nicole decorating our fake fireplace...you can see "Bob's your uncle" before he was bashed all over our concrete in back. Pinata, pinata! Posted by Picasa

My South African roommate Leeanne, pointing to our friendly warning sign "One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila...Floor"... probably should have taken that advice to heart! Oops. Posted by Picasa

Staples of any fiesta, lime and salt ;) Posted by Picasa

Nicole and her boyfriend made it to the fiesta, just a week after Nicole's arrival in the UK! It was great to meet Rob at last... Posted by Picasa

I stole these pics of the Sultan's Elephant from the internet, as they're just incredible shots. It looks so lifelike! It's mechanical, with a large part of it made from wood... Posted by Picasa

London Eye off to the right, and you get an idea of the scale of the elephant from this photo. Posted by Picasa

Monday, May 08, 2006

No web access at home :(

Hi there. Just a quick post to say I will write about the weekend when I can...I came home last night from Twyford, where I was visiting a friend Sat/Sun to find that our phone and DSL lines weren't working, and therefore had no internet. I have some lovely pictures from spending the day in Winchester on Sunday, which I'll post when the internet is working again. Love to all, Allison.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Well, I feel sheepish...

I probably won't get a chance to write again before Sunday, but I do have time now while I'm "working" at the hospital, go figure. So tonight, party, tomorrow, find the Sultan's elephant, and then head out to spend the night in Twyford with Kelly.

Our party tonight is expanding, which turned into a very embarrassing situation for me...Nicole added one or two people from work to the evite (the only ones she had email addresses for, basically). As she doesn't work on site (she's at a facility for kids) and although I am on site, I am not the main dept, neither of us were spreading the word around. Well, that and when we first started planning this, we talked about inviting maybe 3-4 people each. But the people Nicole had sent the invite too have evidently been talking it up in the main dept. Ann (my supervisor) came back from a meeting with the Head OT today to ask why didn't she know that we were having a party? And all of a sudden, all of the nursing staff were all ears as well! I blushed bright red as I stumbled over excuses about it being a "test" party and how we have a small house, etc etc. The heckling went on, as I believe everyone has caught on at this point that it's very easy to get my goat, and though I don't think anyone's feelings were truly hurt, I felt/feel awful. So I've promised to invite everyone to the next one. But notwithstanding all of that, there are more OTs coming than we had realized. So I'm picking up more alcohol on the way home...as well as candy for our pinata, Bob's your uncle!

Happy Cinco de Mayo to everyone, and happy Friday! Ole!

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Pinata! Pinata!

Several things earning a mention in my entry today...

I wrote an entry awhile back about Thursday's Falls Group, and how there were several strong personalities, and I was having trouble with women not getting along. I breathed a sigh of relief last week when they all "graduated." Except they hadn't finished the physio's balance class, so they were all back again this week. Well, I wasn't aware of what had transpired during balance class, but I went over to get some feedback from one of the ladies for the Falls Group, and she grabbed my arm and proceeded to tell me all about how one of the other ladies had had a go at her this morning for no reason whatsoever. She proceeded to say "she's just a jealous #@!$*!" and believe you me you never hear this kind of language amongst older adults here. Not in public at any rate. I know it's different at Roosevelt, Viv, and I'm sure all the more so with Vito being back ;) Since the one woman was done with everything, they rang for the ambulance, because the physio and nurses thought it'd be a good idea to get them away from each other. Next thing you know, as the one woman is being led out by the ambulance crew, she picks her stick up and makes for the other woman, shaking the stick and saying something like "why I ought to..." Yikes! Soap opera at the day hospital this morning.

Phrase for the week-- "Not a dicky bird!" In this case the person was using it to mean "no one said a word to me" but you could also use it in warning someone as in, "Don't say anything, not a dicky bird!"

Ok, so the sultan's elephant. In the end, I did not go searching for it today, because I went to the web site and discovered it doesn't make an appearance until tomorrow. It's a 40 foot tall, 42 ton mechanical elephant that is the centerpiece of a street theatre type show that will take over central London from tomorrow through Sunday. It is supposed to be the tale of a sultan's magical journey, and there are events scheduled at particular times each day for places like St. James Park, Trafalgar Square, Pall Mall, and Haymarket. However, the whole ensemble or cast or whatever you like to call it goes on parade each day as well I believe. To accommodate the elephant they apparently had to do things like knock down curbs (which I assume will be replaced). Anyway, if you're curious, the web site is www.thesultanselephant.net or BBC online has some good coverage as well. I am heading into city center on Saturday to catch a train at Paddington station, so I will definitely go and find it then!

Instead tonight, I've done things like cut up all the fruit for the sangria, make the guacamole, work on the decorations a bit with my roommies...we have balloons in the colors of Mexico's flag, Leeanne cut out multi-colored chilli peppers, we have tealights, we have little Taco Bell chihuahua printouts (no idea how to spell that), which no one but Americans will get - Yo quiero Taco Bell!- and the piece de resistance...we have a pinata!! A bull, which we are currently calling "Bob's your uncle". And all I can think of is donkey in Shrek2 about how everyone was bashing him with a bat and yelling "Pinata!Pinata!" and then he says "What IS a pinata anyway?!"

Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away

It has been an absolutely gorgeous sunny day here today. And I don't actually have much to say. I'm looking forward to our Cinco de Mayo party on Friday, which is also supposed to be a nice day. And I'll spend Saturday and Sunday at my new friend Kelly's house out in the...well, not out in the country, but out of London anyway (Twyford). Should have more to say tomorrow- I'm headed into center city after work in search of the Sultan's Elephant! Bit mysterious I know, I'll explain more tomorrow.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Communication styles

I had one of the nicest home visits today that I've had thus far...a 91-year-old woman who lives in what they call warden-controlled flats over here. Basically this means that there is a warden who supposedly is on site 24 hours although I believe in many of these buildings some wardens are only on duty 9-5, and in other hours the various alarm pull cords that residents have in each room of their flat go through to an answering service or something.

Anywho, this woman's flat was very nice, and almost an OT dream in terms of safety and risk management in the home. The reason we'd gone out for the home visit though, is because during last week's falls education group on mobility and transfers (bed transfers being something we demonstrate and practice), this woman said to me that she has been unable to get into bed, and therefore has been sleeping in her armchair for six months. I was horrified, because her medical agenda at the day hospital mainly revolves around bilateral leg edema, and if she had missed this particular for some reason, she may never have brought up the trouble with her bed. She was initially assessed by the Head OT, who only did a Folstein (MMSE) because that was what was specifically requested. An initial interview was never done, a functional assessment was never done, so the bed issue had never come up. So essentially, every day this woman is sitting or walking around with fluid moving down into her legs, and every night she sleeps upright in a chair with her feet on a small footstool about 6 inches off the floor, with fluid moving down into her legs.

When we went out to her flat, we measured the bed and found it to be 24" with the woman sitting on it, far too high for her to manage. It's what they call a divan over here, essentially a cupboard on its side, with drawers that pull out of the frame for extra storage, and a mattress on top (no one uses box springs over here). The mattress is fairly thick at 9" and the divan has wheels which add an extra 1.5" Basically this woman needs to be getting into a bed at a height of 19", maybe 20" max to be able to manage her bed transfers independently. But she's very attached to her divan, with the drawers...we talked with her about the possibility that she might need a new bed ("I have to have the drawers for space, you see"), we talked about a chest of drawers to go along with a new lower bed ("Do they make lower divans? I have to have the drawers for my pictures and other things"), we talked about taking the casters, sorry, wheels, off the bed and purchasing a new thinner, perhaps softer mattress ("Well that bed is brand new, but I've slept in it twice, so I don't think I can sell it, you see").

And Annette took over the conversation at this point insisting 4 or 5 times that this woman must understand that she needs to sleep in bed, there is no way her legs will get better unless she's sleeping in bed, and her health is much more important than drawers. Could she please stop talking about drawers, there would always be something that could be done about drawers afterward, but the most important thing is health, and the bed must be lowered no matter what. In the end, you have to look at what's most important, and the legs will never get better if you're not able to sleep in bed, etc etc etc.

Now I do appreciate what Annette was trying to do, but it made me reflect on how different people adopt different communication styles. Thankfully, this woman wasn't put off too much by Annette's direct, commanding sort of style, but I was just thinking on the car ride back to the hospital that we could have saved that speech for once everything else had been tried. Such as taking off the casters and getting a thinner mattress, or searching for a divan much lower in height...if it just wasn't possible for her to have a divan, then we could have had the conversation about her health needing to come first. As it turns out, we will end up going through those stages anyway, because back at the hospital, I called her son-in-law to discuss what needed to be done about the bed. And while he did state he will do what needs to be done, he wants to start by taking off the casters himself, and having us go back next week with a bed rail to see if she can manage the transfers with the bed rail and bed being just an inch and a half lower. I did take a firmer stand with him at that point to say, we could do that, but it's our recommendation given your mother-in-law's medical condition and functional status, that the bed be no higher than 20" which also means she will need a thinner mattress. And I even told him we'd looked up very reasonably priced mattresses of the right height in an Argos catalog. But in the end, we can't force anyone to take our recommendations, so I agreed to reassess next week with the casters off and a bed rail (I already know it won't be enough, but have to jump through the hoops I guess). I wonder if Annette hadn't left for the day and had gotten on the phone herself, would the son-in-law have agreed to purchase a thinner mattress ASAP?!

Monday, May 01, 2006

Human nature

Let me see...I've managed to explode a fruit smoothie all over myself, probably my biggest accomplishment of the day so far.

Question: Why is it that we do things we know aren't good or right for ourselves? I seem to excel at self-torture, and am constantly going against my own best judgement, in spite of myself. It's as if checking to make sure I still feel....let me just poke around a bit in that old wound, and see if it still hurts. I guess we all do things that aren't good for us, and who really knows what the explanation is. I mean people smoke, in spite of the correlation to cancer, people go tanning or bake in the sun all day in spite of the correlation to cancer, everyone who drinks has been horribly sick at some point, but that doesn't stop most people from ever drinking too much again. People drink and drive, people eat for comfort and hate themselves for it or starve themselves and hate themselves for it, people stay in abusive relationships (be it with a friend, family member, lover, boss, whatever)... the list could go on and on. I mean, do we choose the right thing for the wrong reasons? Or the wrong thing for the right reasons? It seems a little of both, but then there's always choosing the wrong thing for the wrong reasons, which generally requires a bit of separation from reality to pull off. All those lovely destructive coping strategies we learned about in abnormal psych, rationalization, justification, outright denial.

As that's a bit dark, my current silly problem is getting myself back on a regular gym schedule. There's always some excuse, even when I have all the time in the world like today. And I know that once I get going, a regular workout is very healthy. I always feel great after I exercise. And yet I drag my feet, and in spite of really wanting to be in bikini shape by end of June for Vermont and Hawaii, my self-motivation is lacking. So frustrating!!

Waiting on line to get into the Reading beer festival...and waiting, and waiting. More than 2 hours I think. Posted by Picasa

Inside the tent at the festival Posted by Picasa

One of the brewery banners, and a major sponsor of the event. I believe their name is on the side of my souvenir pint glass. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, April 30, 2006

My well-planned weekend

A wonderful thing about London...when you blow your nose, greyish-blackish specks show up on the Kleenex. Ewww.

I am currently home, though I was meant to be in Oxford tonight. As it turns out, they have closed the Magdalen Bridge, thanks to overzealous revelers last year. May 1 was on a Sunday last year, so evidently the gathering at sunrise was estimated at something like 20,000 people, which included very drunk college students who'd been at college balls all night and decided to go and see the Magdalen singers, but more importantly, to jump into the river. Except the river was very shallow, and of something like 100 people who jumped, 50 were admitted to the hospital, and of those, 30 suffered serious injuries. As an Oxford University alum quipped, "and these are England's best and brightest..."

I was planning to stay with my friend Jo at a house just outside center city. But with the bridge closed, that would have meant I wouldn't get to see or hear anything, because I would have been on the wrong side of the bridge. So I ended up coming back into London instead. It's a bit of a let-down to say the least, as I was all excited about my long weekend plans, and am now relegated to boring tasks like laundry, and maybe working on my professional portfolio tomorrow.

I did go to the beer festival in Reading yesterday...I don't have photos for you all unfortunately, I did not take my camera. Good thing too, since I did take my cell phone and realized in a drunken haze after midnight that it was gone. It was a show of solidarity, haha, with my sister who just lost hers. However, a very nice man who must have been a taxi driver or some kind of security guard (he mentioned working the night shift) found it, and got in touch with me, so I had it back less than 24 hours later, thank goodness. Anywho, the festival was a lot of fun, with a great band- they played everything from a Ceilidh to I found myself singing along with "gimme, gimme, gimme, the honky tonk blues." There were in theory 400 some British ales, although a fair number weren't available as they'd run out the night before (this festival apparently doesn't allot beer out per day, whenever it runs out, it's out, even if it's only the first night of the festival). I had a pint of something called Easter Gold, and then switched over to Perry-- like cider, but it's made from pears. I really liked it! I think I had the one pint of beer, 1 pint of perry, and two half-pints of cider, which was more than enough to give me a massive headache this morning. Ouch.

Friday, April 28, 2006

One patient to assess, who as it turns out does not need OT discharge and equipment services, and is not a likely rehab candidate either (I can't do rehab myself at the moment at the day hospital, but can refer to other OT services.) And that was it...one patient for the day. So I took a very last minute appointment for a 20 minute Indian head massage at the hospital. They've now started offering reflexology, half and full massages, and Indian head massage at discounted prices to hospital staff. It was pretty good, though I must say, the part I liked best is still the soft, playing in my hair sort of thing- I've loved that since I was a little girl!

I think I might need to get some dried lavender for our house, it's such a relaxing smell and I think I associate it with spas at this point.

Our Cinco de Mayo party is on for a week from today, with more people coming that I had originally thought. I think we've got 12 people who've said yes so far. It'll be interesting to see how it turns out, because we don't have real tortilla chips or salsa here (trust me, they're just different), although I will make guac from scratch, and make my homemade sangria. We're trying to figure out where we can get a pinata and sombreros, but so far, no luck.

I hope everyone is doing well and enjoying the spring weather. Love to all. xoxo

Thursday, April 27, 2006

It's a mental thing

Job update: Ran one falls ed group this morning, went to a dept meeting for an hour and a half right after lunch, saw one patient, only had an hour to kill at the end of the day.

I had a patient today who is generally doing very well for herself. She is able to manage all of her personal care, all of her own cooking and household tasks, and still uses the bus to get around, including to get to the grocery store. However, as we went through the initial interview (as opposed to initial eval), it came about that she is currently fearful about getting into and out of her bath. She does still do it independently, but is concerned about falling. She has a non slip mat, but does not have grab rails apparently. However, when I suggested that I come round to have a look, and organize grab rails for her through the borough, she backtracked and said oh, but I do very well, I'm very independent, I don't need help etc. And I do find this, where people think that using equipment or accepting help means they are no longer independent. And no matter how well you can articulate that you want to support their independence, not take it away, and make them feel safe in their daily activities, some people just have the idea in their heads that if they don't take care of things themselves, they're no longer independent. The best I was able to get from my patient was that if she can't get grab rails installed herself, she'll give me a call.