The only way is down

I had a very pleasing weigh-in at fat club this week.

I have lost another 3 and a half pounds…… yippie!! That means a total weight so far of 15 and a half pounds, (7 kilos).

Last week I gained 1 pound and didn’t really want to share that news online as I was not feeling too chuffed about it.

Now I’ve achieved my 1 stone target, I’m on to my 10% target and that’s only another 2 and a half pounds now.

I am desperate to buy some new clothes but I need to wait until I’ve reached my target weight. It’ll be more satisfying then I think.

Where were you when……(No 2)

On this day in 2001 the Twin Towers in Manhattan were struck by airplanes hijacked by terrorists.

When it happened I was in the middle of a run of night shifts. I would normally have still been in the land of nod at the time that the first airplane ploughed into the North Tower, but for some reason I can’t explain, I got up early from my slumber and turned on the TV just as the second airplane crashed into the South Tower.

My first thought was I was watching an afternoon ‘made for TV’ movie, it wasn’t until the monitor switched to a news reader did I realise that the images were real.

At that time I had already booked a holiday to visit New York for myself, my sons and my mum for March the following year. My oldest son, Scott, was very apprehensive about flying there after what had happened on 9/11 and he needed a lot of support and persuasion to go ahead with the holiday.

We had a fantastic time in the Big Apple and saw all the sights. But what struck me about Ground Zero was how dusty it still was after 7 months, it was like a blanket over buildings and streets. The site was still devastated with buildings half standing and rubble everywhere.

A year later when I returned with some friends, Ground Zero looked completely different. The dust was gone, the rubble cleared and some of the buildings were rebuilt. There was an exhibition showing the plans for the new tower and a huge wall covered with memorials and messages that were so moving.

Conspiracy theories aside, I will never understand how humans can plot and carry out this kind of terrorism and murder thousands of innocent people. Let’s hope and pray that we don’t have to witness the like of it ever again.

The week that was

I have survived my week of induction and I have come through it very well. I expected to feel like I’d been run over by a bus this morning but apart from needing a short nap this afternoon, I’ve felt ok all day.

Most of the week was interesting, I met a lovely bunch of people and it felt fantastic to be part of an organisation again. I really loved having a purpose to my life again, I’ve even enjoyed catching the bus and people watching on the way.

But the best part of the week was finding out that my CRB clearance had arrived. So at last after months of waiting I can finally start my nurse practice hours for my return to nurse practice course. I am working a late shift tomorrow and I can’t wait to get stuck in.

I am now feeling very optimistic that I will complete the minimum hours by November and I will get my assignment written by next month.

After the last few months of waiting and stressing about being able to complete the course, I can now see an end in sight. I am getting closer to getting Hasan over here so that we can be together.

 

 

All good so far

Today I finished my 3rd day of an induction week for my honorary contract and my new job at South Bristol Community Hospital.

As you would probably expect the day’s programmes have been quite hard going and full on. Some of the sessions have been mind-numbingly boring, but that has been a small minority. On the whole it hasn’t been a complete waste of energy and I have found myself engaged for the majority of the time.

The highlight of the week so far has been the Violence and Aggression session this morning. It’s hard to get excited about a session that will run into a 3 hour duration, so I must admit I thought it would be a hard slog and a struggle to stay awake.

But the trainer was excellent, he was a cross between Chris Rock and Lenny Henry and was extremely funny. He managed to get all the information across while keeping us entertained for the whole 3 hours.

So far this week, although I have felt very tired, I haven’t felt fatigued or ill. This is very encouraging, this hopefully means I will cope reasonably well with work when I start.

Back on track

This week I went back to Weight Watchers after a week off for the bank holiday.

I’ve lost another 2 pounds, which totals 13 pounds so far. I wish I’d lost 1 more pound then I’d have reached my 1 stone target.

I also worked out my body mass index, (BMI) since I’ve started at fat club it’s gone from 29 to 26.9, which is really good so far.

When I’ve lost 5 more pounds I’d have lost 10% of my starting body weight, then I can set my goal weight that’s between BMI 20 and 25.

I must say I’ve started noticing a difference now in my clothes and my body shape. My love handles, muffin top and bingo wings are all disappearing  nicely and it’s really encouraging.

Also well done to my friend Deb who lost another 2 pounds.

I dreamed a dream…or two

Last week on 2 consecutive nights I had 2 unusual dreams:

In the first dream I was about to have a cardiac procedure done, when the nurse pulled back my gown I had a hairy chest that would give Burt Reynolds a run for his money. Funnily enough I was so traumatised by this sight that I woke abruptly and never found out what happened to me and my new found forest.

The following night I dreamt that my son and I went to Bill and Hiliary Clintons house in the USA. My son needed to speak to Bill about a very important matter and went off upstairs. I was left with Hiliary and I was asking her to help me buy supplies for a wedding I was organising, she wrote down the contact details of someone to help me and put it in a wooden frame for me.

As I have written in another post I am very interested in dreams and what they mean, so I dusted off my trusty dream book to try and find the meaning behind these night time mind adventures.

To dream about the heart represents ‘feeling’ wisdom, as opposed to intellectual wisdom, and compassion and understanding. Dreaming of hair indicates strength and virility, the chest area can represent feeling overwhelmed and being confronted by something dangerous. I’m not really sure what to make of this dream, only that at the moment I am a bit overwhelmed by the whole process of getting my honorary contract and getting back to work. But I am trying to remain positive through it all and keep my temper especially when making phone calls to the recruitment department!

The second dream analysis was a bit more tricky because there isn’t a section in the dream book for American presidents! However to dream of famous people can indicate a projection of the type of person the dreamer wants to be. I have no desire to be the president of the United states, but I am an admirer of Hiliary Clinton, she is a strong and successful woman in the seemingly male dominated world of USA politics, who wouldn’t want to be like that.

I couldn’t find any reference to a wooden frame in my book, so I don’t know what that was about. But having a wedding or making preparations can mean the uniting of 2 particular parts for the dreamer which need to come together in order to create a better whole.

I could probe deep into my psyche to discover some ying/yang type of thing that needs to be resolved. But I just think it’s representing the need to be with my hubby Hasan ……as simple as that.

Snip Snip

At the weekend, in Turkey, my hubby Hasan went to his cousin’s circumcision party, known as Sünnet.

It was an occasion of much merriment involving family and friends, food and dancing in the boy’s village.

In Muslim faith boys are circumcised and it symbolises their introduction to the Islamic faith and as a sign of belonging. The ritual can be done as early as up to 7 days of age or as late as the beginning of puberty, in Turkey the boys tend to be around the age of 6 or 7.

The boys are dressed up in a traditional costume and can be driven through their town or village accompanied by their family and friends beeping horns and banging drums.

The procedure is done by a doctor with local anaesthetic or sometimes none at all.

 

 

 

When researching for this post I became puzzled about the reasons behind this practice. Circumcision is not mentioned in the Qur’an and it teaches that Islam forbids the disfiguring of the body.

However the prophet Mohammed said, (according to his recordings in the Sunnah), that circumcision was akin to Fitrah, the natural cleanliness of man, which is essential in a Muslim male.

Whatever the religious reasons for it, it’s argued by some that being circumcised can bring health benefits such as the prevention of urinary tract infections, reduces the risks of sexually transmitted diseases and penile cancer.

I often wonder when I read about these customs in my husband’s land and culture, what I would do if we had a son together.

Would I consent to him having an unnecessary and potentially painful surgical procedure in the name of a religion I don’t share?

What do you think?

Sweet and sour

In the week I had a phone call to inform me that my occupational health clearance was ready and my last reference had been collected and verified. So I was officially offered the healthcare assistant position on the  nurse bank at the new South  Bristol Community hospital.

I start an induction week from the 3rd of September, to do all the mandatory training such as manual handling, fire safety, health and safety and lots of other exciting stuff like that. Then I will be let loose on the wards to work when I’m able and when they want me.

At least then I’ll have something to do as I still don’t have my CRB to enable me to start my nurse practice for my Return to nurse practice course. Last week I found out the reason why I had not received it…. the form was never sent!

I phoned the CRB helpline to discover that they had no record of me. A call to the recruitment department told me that all my paperwork for the honorary contract was handed over to the person doing the checks for the hospital job. Unfortunately the urgency of time was not handed over and the importance of the CRB check for my honorary contract was lost.

So what now? well I wait. Apparently, at the moment, the checks are taking on average 9 days to be returned. In the meantime I have been liaising with the management team on the unit to meet my mentor to go through my objectives and competences. I’ve identified any competences  I can achieve without being on the unit and will get my teeth into those.

If the CRB comes back within 2 weeks I’m confident I can fit in the hours I need to do before the beginning of November.

I live in hope.

Don’t want to play anymore

I must admit I’m getting a little despondent about fat club. Last week at weigh-in I gained 1 pound, that doesn’t probably doesn’t sound like much but Weight Watchers state in their bumph that if you follow the eating plan you are guaranteed to steadily lose weight.

I discussed this weight gain with our group leader and she went through all the usual suspects like; is my period due, (I had a total hysterectomy in 1997..so no), I’ve gone over my extra pro points, I’ve not tracked my food properly or miscalculated the point value of my food.

I informed her that none of the above applied and I’d done nothing differently than the weeks I’d lost weight. I am extremely anal about weighing and measuring my food, I write down everything I eat and track my pro points to within an inch of their lives!

Our leader then said to go home and go over what I’d written for the week and maybe something will jump out at me where I  might have gone wrong, needless to say I didn’t find anything.

This week, after a week similar to all the others I’ve had since starting Weight Watchers, I lost 1 and a half pounds.

I felt so demoralised last week I couldn’t even write a post about the weigh-in like I normally do. I am encouraged by this weeks weight loss, but really it is only half a pound because I needed to lose the pound I gained last week.

Next week is Bank holiday so there is no fat club, maybe that’s a good thing, I think I need a break from the weigh-in.

It’s a miracle

I’m beside myself with happiness and relief today, and what I hear you say could have brought on these feelings of joy?

Well I decided this morning today was the day I was going to tackle the online numeracy test that I have to pass as part of the Return to nurse practice course.

Doing any kind of maths has always put the fear of God into me, I only got the minimum requirement needed to do my original nurse training and have bluffed my way through ever since then.

Luckily for me, we get 2 hours to do the test and 5 attempts to get a mark of over 80%. So not an impossible task unless, like me, you have a non-aptitude for figures and then it’s like a mountain to climb.

So imagine my surprise when I passed first time with a mark of 88%! I could not believe it.

That is another thing ticked off the list and I’m glad it’s out of the way.

 

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