It’s been a while, but I’m writing again, as much for my sanity as anything else as blogging does appear to have a beneficial effect upon my stress levels. It must be that the ability to let off steam here alleviates the build up of pressure, and there’s certainly a lot of that about at the moment.
The police appear to have completed their investigations into the death of my step-father, the whole process has placed huge strain upon our family, and the next event will be the inquest in January at, or after which, I anticipate my Mother will finally slip over the edge as I don’t think she will be happy with any decision other than to hang, draw and quarter the driver of the reversing car and that ain’t going to happen.
I’m on-call tonight but for the first time ever I am confident that I will not be called. The snow has been so bad, many roads are closed, that the decision has been made that homebirths can not be covered. Generally I would still be on call for the birth centre but as several community are marooned there they will not need to call me in, hurrah, I hate driving in snow.
Amanda Holden’s programme about being a midwife? Love it or hate it? Well, I didn’t hate it. There were some aspects which irritated me but on the whole I felt that it was a positive, if restricted, vignette of a midwife’s role.
The good news is that I’m going to be a Grandmother again in June, that will be seven of the little rug-rats.