O nome pode não ser familiar, mas você com certeza sabe de quem estou falando, dá uma olhada nesta foto:

Sim, Edith Shain é a famosa enfermeira que foi retratada nesta foto, recebendo um beijo caloroso de um belo marinheiro, em plena Time Square em 1945. Em comemoração ao V-J Day (Dia da Vitória sobre o Japão) na Segunda Guerra Mundial, o beijo recebido por Edith entrou para a história do século XX e é uma das fotografias mais famosas do mundo! O momento foi registrado pelo fotógrafo Albert  Eisenstaedt. A imagem foi publicada pela Revista LIFE e faz parte da história americana.

Edith nasceu na Califórnia em 1919 . Na foto,  tinha 27 anos e nunca tinha visto o marinheiro antes, mas aproveitou bem o momento né??? A identidade dela só ficou conhecida em 1980, quando a enfermeira mandou uma carta para Eisenstaedt contando a sua história.

Edith Shain faleceu no dia 20 de junho de 2010 em Los Angeles vítima de um câncer no fígado. E enfermeira nunca mais voltou  a ver o marinheiro. A identidade do beijoqueiro até hoje é desconhecida, pois vários senhores se dizem o beijoqueiro da foto!!!

After the tough session at Danebury Hill I’d picked up yet another injury and was really starting to wonder if I was cut out for this exercise malarkey. Was someone trying to tell me something?

I spent Tuesday afternoon working from home with the laptop on my knee and an icepack on my leg. Before you ask, yes I used a towel this time, I’m not that daft.

Fortunately I’d been given special dispensation from Sgt’s Hillier & Gentlemen to miss the Thursday morning workout session. Wednesday evening my boss Marie and I were attending the Charted Institute of PR Excellence 25th anniversary awards ceremony.

Testway was a finalist in the publications category for the 2008/09 annual report. It was a great achievement to be finalists in this national award but we were up against some big budget PR agencies, so it came as no surprise when London Borough of Camden won for their University prospectus. We’d practiced our ‘we weren’t expecting to win anyway smiles’ and clapped along with everyone else.

Surprisingly, as soon as the award giving part of the evening was over, the trendy young ‘it’ crowd disappeared in a flash leaving Marie and I to finish off any leftover wine. It’s a shame there wasn’t a category for minesweeping, we’d have won that hands down.

The next morning while my Bootcamp comrades were being put through their paces at Danebury Hilll with the focus on upper body strength, I was struggling to lift a cup of tea and open a packet of painkillers!

And so to week 5, we’ve passed the halfway point and now on the home stretch.

Why am I pinned to the floor?

After the usual warm up sessions, Sgt Gentlemen then pulled out two black harnesses. Now I’m not a prude but I do draw the line at some things and bondage in the open air with early morning dog walkers present is an order too far, even for me!

I had nothing to fear. The harnesses were strapped to our backs with a kettlebell attached. We had to run in relays pulling the heavy weight behind us. Despite picking up penalties for not fastening the harness securely each time, Team H won easily.

Next was a tug of war contest. R Hodges being the strongest in our team was nominated to go at the front, I quickly volunteered to go next. With one eye on A Hodges (the wife) on the opposite team I wrapped my arms around Hodges’ waist and pulled him close. I certainly wasn’t going to be the one to let go on this occasion. Hey I’d waited five weeks to discover there are some advantages to getting up at the crack of dawn and putting myself through all this pain and torture. My early morning cuddle was shortlived as the other team broke the chain and we collapsed in a heap with me ending up flattening the lovely petite Horne.

Unfortunately, the collapse had aggravated the groin injury Hodges R had picked up at the hillfort so he had to take it easy for the rest of the workout. I knew I should have brought the Deep Heat with me.

Before being dismissed Sgt G announced he was leaving us in the capable hands of Sgt Hillier for a week while he went to Spain for rest and recuperation, taking Horne with him to carry his bags!

With Horne on holiday and both Hodges in the sick bay it was a small team that stood in the already baking heat at 7am Thursday morning. Weather experts had been predicting that temperatures would soar as the week progressed. For once they got it right. While Sgt G and Horne were sunning themselves in Marbella we were yomping around a field with a punchbag on our backs dripping in sweat. If we thought Sgt Hillier would be a pushover we were very wrong.

GI Janes

After showering and before heading off to work, I checked with Hodges A how injured Hodges R was. Apparently he was still resting his injury and Sgt Hillier had recommended he take himself to see the medic.

I rushed upstairs, now where the hell did I put my nurses uniform?

Oh you're in excrutiating pain? Well, I'm going on my 2 hour lunch break...

I wanted to do a LIVE rant, but I just don’t have the energy right now. I’ve been sick, not that the local hospital cares. (CVPH). By the way, it is NOT libel if it is TRUE.

I AM SO FUCKING MAD AT OUR LOCAL HOSPITAL THAT MADE ME WAIT FOR 10 HOURS AND NEVER DID ANYTHING FOR ME. Just sign here and give us those insurance cards.  I WAS READY TO CUT MY STOMACH JUST TO SEE WHAT THEY WOULD DO —-BUT GOD FORBID THEY SHOULD CARE ABOUT YOU! I gave them no problems, put on that stupid gown, wasn’t  ’difficult’,  tried to deal with WAITING FOR HELL TO FREEZE OVER FOR ANYONE TO DO THEIR JOB. A wise man once said to me when this type of thing happened to me before..”Well, do you expect them to do their jobs WELL?”

I kept asking them what they were putting in my IV, and they said they would check and let me know. I was there for 10 hours that should give you enough time, Einstein. I’m pretty sure it was nothing, because if it was MEDICINE, there’s a chance I would have felt BETTER. I didn’t. The pain just got worse. They were totally patronizing and asked me quick questions and when I couldn’t answer like I was on the flash round of ‘Who wants to be a millionaire?’ they said “It’s a yes or no question.”  Hey–NEWS FLASH-I didn’t go to Medical school but I DID just get an A in an ETHICS class. I should sue. My patient rights were completely violated and my new thing is NOT being a doormat. Like good luck getting me to pay a $175 dollar copy for abuse. I can’t even think of a good analogy here. They should count their lucky stars my mother wasn’t around and on MY side. I love to watch her in action when she’s pissed at somebody that’s not ME.

I did swipe a cool Psychology journal left in the waiting room (heh) probably because none of their doctors actually READ them. Hey, medical profession..It’s called EMPATHY. Look it up. The nurse kept asking me what my pain level was on a scale of 1-10 and I said ‘I’d rather have a tooth pulled’ and she said  ’I don’t know what that means.’..OH, you don’t? Should I go and find a German dentist to show you what it’s like? So I say 6. I didn’t want to be greedy. Then as the hours went on, and I had to drink all this crappy crap for my CAT scan, the pain got worse, so a different nurse comes in and asks me the same question and by then I said a NINE. The first nurse comes back in (remember, there are HOURS of wait time in between questions) so my pain was worse and this first first nurse said ‘well, you said 6 when you first got in here’…I told her that it got worse and I thought they were supposed to be giving me meds.

I asked her if she had any understaning of how psychological pain directly relates to physical pain. She said ‘oh ya, in nursing school we had to take three psychology classes’….REALLY? Three whole classes? I had to bite my tongue to not ask her what her grades were. I’ve got a fucking degee in Psychology and a lifetime of dealing with this shit so please, spare me the song and dance while you shoot saline into my IV and tell me it’s pain or nausea medication.

Dear readers, I think (as Tom Petty so eloquently put it) the waiting is the hardest part. I felt like I was on mushrooms in that dark cubicle, where 5 minutes felt like 5 hours, as you pray Nurse Ratched is going to come by and please oh God please give me something to make this pain go away….I have added Mr. Petty’s video to the bottom of this because as I try to do as much as possible, laugh at these situations. I can’t always do it, I am no saint.  There are so many situations where I want to stand someplace with a boombox blasting whatever tune comes to mind that fits the situation. (thank you John Cusack). But since FEAR and Minor Threat have stopped making records, I thought I”d try Tom Petty.

GRRRRRRRR. THIS ONE IS GOING LIVE….I’LL LET YOU KNOW WHEN..RIGHT NOW I’M TOO PISSED TO WRITE. And I’m not supposed to take any advil, aleve, aspirin,  etc. as this will aggravate my condition. Well, fuck that’s why I went to the damn ER in the first place. Would it KILL you to do your job? It’s not like there were people coming in with gunshot wounds or broken legs. Nope, nobody got caught in the woodchipper yesterday, just me bent over in pain, crying. And yes, I was hurt and no, I haven’t moved much in two days and anyone who is telling me to stop feeling sorry for myself needs to really walk a mile in my shoes, for the love of God.

And then I fucking get home and Jay Leno’s got one of the biggest idiots of this decade ‘the situation’ on his show, promoting his new book, called ‘Gym, Tan, Laundry’.  Is THIS what our country cares about? Jay needs to wise up. I wish I could send Joe Pesci over there to smack him (not stick a pencil in his neck) but just a little smack and tell him to wise the fuck up. WHY is he letting idiots sit in those chairs once occupied by REAL celebrities and people with talent? Where’s Don Rickles? And why does Jay keep enabling Terry Bradshaw? This shit just never ends, I tell you. I have never witnessed such stupidity.

I usually put this on my front page because I do all this work and when I look at what people are reading on my blog, NOBODY  is reading the actual posts. Well, not everybody, but so many people can’t get past the first page. What is wrong with you? I’ve written 77 posts in less than 6 months and all I see when I check  my stats is people read THIS page, but have no idea how to look on the right and click on a category. Even DICK CHENEY was able to slightly cock his head to the right to SHOOT HIS FRIEND! I’m a little insulted here and I’m sensitive.

IT WAS MY 21^ST BIRTHDAY – January 29^th, 1971 – and the postal strike was on.  No post for me, then, from my folks in Cumbria, waiting in my own personal docket in the nurses’ home: no curiously-shaped envelopes or brown paper parcels gummed up with sealing wax – nothing!  I’d moved to Newcastle the previous September to train as a nurse and, much as I loved it here, occasional butterflies of homesickness invaded my stomach.

At 7am that day, I was rudely awakened, as ever, by the deep clanging of a big brass bell – home sister’s pride and joy!  I jumped out of bed, nerve-wracked and confused.  “I’ll never get used to that damned bell!” I remonstrated, hurriedly donning a dressing gown, heading for the showers.  I opened the door of my tiny room, bare-walled, sparsely-furnished with bed, dresser and wardrobe, like a nun’s cell … and …

“Happy birthday to you …”

… yelled a gaggle of my fellow nurses in discordant harmonies – I was in heaven, believe me! –  inundating me with cards and presents galore, some from my ‘happy birthday’ choir and some passed on from the girls still slaving away on night duty.

“Come in, you lot!” I screamed over the hilarity. “Get some cake!” 

I had stashed away my beautiful 21^st cake under the bed, hoping it hadn’t caught an infestation of cobwebs during its stay in my unique storage facility.

Sticking avidly to the motto of nurses everywhere – ‘work hard, play harder’ – ‘the gang’, a round dozen of us, planned to set the town alight at ‘Change Is’ nightclub to celebrate my coming of age.  No such thing, in those days, of getting the ‘key of the door’ at 18.  You were still a kid at 18 then – couldn’t even vote! 

I looked at the clock – 7.30.  7.30!! – I was on duty at 8.  “Bye girls!”  I shouted, running to the showers like an Olympic athlete.  I showered quickly – uniform on, starched cap and collar in situ, hair pinned up, all in the blink of an eye.  Wrapping my cloak around me, I was just in time for hand-over on the ward.

Lolling petulantly in the office, bearing a mammoth grudge, I glared at our villainous sister.

“Good morning, nurse.  Happy birthday!” she said, glowing with pride because she had remembered!

“Thank you, Sister”, I replied respectfully.  But it wasn’t how I felt.

            She had refused my timely request in the off-duty book for days off around my birthday – and what had she done?  Rewarded me with two split shifts, that’s what – malevolent old cow! 

‘Cow’ was a gross profanity back then, – truly!  We weren’t the hippy, drug-taking, ‘disrespectful-to-our-elders’ generation that the media said we were – and ‘real’ swearing was left to the terraces of the football ground, despite rumours to the contrary.

My afternoon off was dedicated to a bubble bath, hair wash and laying out my glad rags on my candlewick bedspread.  My outfit for the occasion was a shiny, purple satin ‘A’-line mini-dress – just below my knicker-line – and a pair of stack-heeled boots, purple, to match the dress. “Fab!” I thought, humming happily to Freda Payne’s ‘Band of Gold’ on my transistor radio.

Back on duty in my pristine uniform from 5.30 to 9pm for a busy evening shift – then out with the girls for my ‘happy 21^st’   Feeling tired?  Yes!  Raring to go?  Oh, yes!   

PHEW!

So I met with the surgeon whom is suppossed to do the procedure. His scheduler had me set up for 12pm time with me arriving at 10am. I get a follow up call, instructions from a surgical nurse. She informs me that the surgery is at 9am and I have to be there at 6 am. When I tell her I have written instructions which say otherwise she curtly tells me that I will have to talk to the surgeon. I try to call the surgeon but the phone number does not pick up ever!

I then notice that the scheduler has me set up for a cervical lyphm node biopsy, instead of a clavical lymp node biopsy! Now I have to go down to the office and ask them to clear this up. To which they will more then likely tell me that I have to work that out with the hospital! I think the amount of leg work and phone minutes I have put in to just setting this up to see if I have cancer should be accounted for when deciding my bill! What the F!

We are seeking an additional Pediatric NP for our flourishing clinic. This is a Monday-Friday, 8-5 work schedule. Completely outpatient.  Must have some practice experience as a NP in a Pediatric setting.

Duties, Responsibilities, Accountabilities

• Consistently demonstrates the exceptional customer service expectations.
• Performs physical examinations and preventive health measures within prescribed guidelines and instructions of physician.
• Orders, interprets, and evaluates diagnostic tests to identify and assess patient’s clinical problems and health care needs.
• Records physical findings, and formulate plan and prognosis, based on patient’s condition.
• Discusses case with Physician and other health professionals to prepare comprehensive patient care plan.
• Submits health care plan and goals of individual patients for periodic review and evaluation by physician.
• Prescribes or recommends drugs or other forms of treatment such as physical therapy, inhalation therapy or related therapeutic procedures.
• Refers patients to Physician for consultation or to specialized health resources for treatment.
• Performs other related duties as assigned.

Experience & Education

• Master’s degree
• Experience Practicing as a PNP.

Benefits

• Medical Insurance
• Dental
• Vision
• Disability
• Life/AD&D
• Long Term Care
• Supplemental Insurance
• Flexible Spending Account (FSA)
• Health Savings Account (HSA)
• Retirement Plan with up to 4% Employer Contribution
• Professional Development and CME, Time off and Allowance
• Two weeks of Vacation, increasing with employment
• All Major Holidays Off!

Contact for More Details:

Susan Moser

888-812-3452 ext. 708

susan@aprx.net

www.AdvancedPracticeRecruiters.com

We are seeking an additional Pediatric NP for our flourishing clinic. This is a Monday-Friday, 8-5 work schedule. Completely outpatient.  Must have some practice experience as a NP in a Pediatric setting.

Duties, Responsibilities, Accountabilities

• Consistently demonstrates the exceptional customer service expectations.
• Performs physical examinations and preventive health measures within prescribed guidelines and instructions of physician.
• Orders, interprets, and evaluates diagnostic tests to identify and assess patient’s clinical problems and health care needs.
• Records physical findings, and formulate plan and prognosis, based on patient’s condition.
• Discusses case with Physician and other health professionals to prepare comprehensive patient care plan.
• Submits health care plan and goals of individual patients for periodic review and evaluation by physician.
• Prescribes or recommends drugs or other forms of treatment such as physical therapy, inhalation therapy or related therapeutic procedures.
• Refers patients to Physician for consultation or to specialized health resources for treatment.
• Performs other related duties as assigned.

Experience & Education

• Master’s degree
• Experience Practicing as a PNP.

Benefits

• Medical Insurance
• Dental
• Vision
• Disability
• Life/AD&D
• Long Term Care
• Supplemental Insurance
• Flexible Spending Account (FSA)
• Health Savings Account (HSA)
• Retirement Plan with up to 4% Employer Contribution
• Professional Development and CME, Time off and Allowance
• Two weeks of Vacation, increasing with employment
• All Major Holidays Off!

Contact for More Details:

Susan Moser

888-812-3452 ext. 708

susan@aprx.net

www.AdvancedPracticeRecruiters.com