It gets me in trouble at work. Regularly. But it also keeps me sane. I have a dry, black and decidedly cryptic sense of humour. Some things just make me smirk. My favourite this last couple of weeks - the unknown delegate who uploaded a picture of him and his mates at a train station with pints in their hands instead of his smoking cessation certificate. Another who uploaded his smiley photo. And my favourite of today - "grow your own staff nurse" !!
I haven't answered the email yet. I can't quite bring myself to do so. I have a dear friend whose wise advice, gently probing questions, generous heart and pockets and reflective honest spirituality I have so appreciated over the years. She knits, and has a knitted family of doll like characters. I am ashamed of my humour when I tease too much. But it's sharpened my appreciative hunt for things like "knit your own nativity", knit your favourite star wars character" and this one - grow your own staff nurse!
What do you need to do, I wonder? Plant a student? Put said trainee on the rack - I think the NHS does that kind of torturous pressure already according to my medical friends. I have daffodils in pots at work. Should I try to find "staff nurse" bulbs next time?
But it's actually serious I see:
"Care workers are being encouraged to apply for an Open University
course which allows them to train to become nurses while continuing to
work full-time in the health service.
Training takes four years, and there is a particular drive to expand
the university’s nursing programme in rural areas where health boards
struggle to attract and retain workers."
Oh well, it made me smile. That's good
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