Hospitals # 1
OK, so it's a couple of days since my operation on my knee, time for some reflections on hospitals, before I get into all that physiotherapy-recuperation nonsense.
Nurses are nice, aren't they? I mean, really nice, and not in a "NURSE!" sexual way, either. They put up with a lot of, err, crap (literally). They hand out drugs like there's no tomorrow, they tuck you in at night, they give you a special cardboard pot to piss in (and then take it away again, piss-filled - more of which later), and they make you tea whenever you want it. I LOVE NURSES!
What's more, they have to bow down to the fat cat doctors when they swan up, late as ever. It's interesting observing the whole colour-coded hospital food-chain - at the hospital I was at, this went something like: porters at the bottom, with their black jumpers, grey school-trousers and sensible shoes. Then you've got the nurses in blue t-shirts and trousers, the radiographers in rather fetching maroon, physiotherapists in white, anaesthetists with their green hats and then the consultants, who get to wear whatever they like - usually an awful suit from their public school days, complete with patches and stripy tie.
Interesting also that everyone bar the doctors and the porters is female. OK, so maybe that isn't interesting, but there was definitely a gender divide going on, and a bit of a class thing too - all the consultants were terribly posh, talked about rugger and seem to swan about as if they owned the place, patients included. And the friendly nurses were from all over the world - even Wales. I love that multicultural shit, man.
Hospitals: they're like a microcosm of society, aren't they?
Nurses are nice, aren't they? I mean, really nice, and not in a "NURSE!" sexual way, either. They put up with a lot of, err, crap (literally). They hand out drugs like there's no tomorrow, they tuck you in at night, they give you a special cardboard pot to piss in (and then take it away again, piss-filled - more of which later), and they make you tea whenever you want it. I LOVE NURSES!
What's more, they have to bow down to the fat cat doctors when they swan up, late as ever. It's interesting observing the whole colour-coded hospital food-chain - at the hospital I was at, this went something like: porters at the bottom, with their black jumpers, grey school-trousers and sensible shoes. Then you've got the nurses in blue t-shirts and trousers, the radiographers in rather fetching maroon, physiotherapists in white, anaesthetists with their green hats and then the consultants, who get to wear whatever they like - usually an awful suit from their public school days, complete with patches and stripy tie.
Interesting also that everyone bar the doctors and the porters is female. OK, so maybe that isn't interesting, but there was definitely a gender divide going on, and a bit of a class thing too - all the consultants were terribly posh, talked about rugger and seem to swan about as if they owned the place, patients included. And the friendly nurses were from all over the world - even Wales. I love that multicultural shit, man.
Hospitals: they're like a microcosm of society, aren't they?
Labels: anaesthetists, doctors, Hospitals, nurses
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