Fandango’s Friday Flashback (15 November 2019)

Yay, it is Friday, which can only mean one thing, Fandango’s Friday Flashback.

It took a bit of searching to pick a post today, for the simple reason that I had several to choose from! That’s where this prompt is so useful to me – I can look back at previous posts, and see the things I was blogging about back then. There are definite trends. Last year, it was very job-oriented, as I’d been looking for about a month and I discussed my initial impressions of the job market quite a bit. Two years ago, I was more into my voluntary work, I wasn’t thinking about getting back to work just yet. Yesterday…well, probably the less said about socks, the better!

This post is about a training session at the local hospital, which I posted about two years ago today. The training course was internal, arranged for hospital staff. They had some spare places, and because I volunteer on the ward, they invited me.

Fine in theory, but when I got there, I met with jobsworth bureaucracy and was messed around, as I describe in the post. The feelings of that day still linger – I know the staff much better now but because of this encounter, if anybody mentions training, something which involves me having to put myself out by just having to get somewhere at a certain time, it is a polite no, thank you. Once bitten, twice shy.

Incidentally, I still visit the hospital, because I think it is important that patients, and particularly relatives, see that it is possible to get some semblance of your old life back.

Stroke Survivor

The Stroke Association had organised for me to attend a trainig session yesterday, one of those mostly-internal things organised by the local hospital, mainly for ward staff. On the subject of aphasia, the difficulty experienced by some stroek survivors in terms of speech (and, I learned, in terms of muddling up what is heard).

I was aware that I was primarily a guest on the course, and it was a subject I’d like to know more about, so I was happy to be quite flexible to get onto the course, to the point of paying for myself to get up to the hospital (too early to use my pass). It’s the kind of thing that I can embrace as a one-off, but not really something that I want to make a habit of.

Anyway I got to the designated location a good fifteen or twenty minutes early, only to be…

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Author: Stroke Survivor UK

Designed and developed IT systems for banks, but had a stroke in 2016, aged 48. Returned to developing from home, and have since released a couple of apps. I split my time between this and voluntary work. I am married, with a grown-up, left-home child.

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