Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Whoever thought I would become such a part-time blogger? Remember how this was my world for so long? It seems like it all happened to another person. I used to find so much to talk about, it was really like brain-dumping I guess and one day in the future, when I am much older than now, I will be heartily glad that I can look back at what I wrote on here for several years; let's face it, I probably won't even remember anything about my life then. I don't mean to sound gloomy as I am quite positive these days.
I've almost got my NVQ3 diploma in my little hands. I will be meeting my tutor for a Christmas lunch next week and will be presented with my certificate which will then mean I am officially qualified. I am still at the same nursing home but mainly working with end of life residents - those with just a few days or a week left to live. I've washed a few bodies, have been with many taking their last breaths, have spent time hugging the dying and trying to make them laugh. Death holds no fear for me now - and other cliches like that.
I wish that years ago I had the ambition that I now seem to have developed. I am beginning the 'Revised CV Circulation Exercise'. I began it yesterday and three homes have been in touch with me already. I am looking either to relocate to somewhere like Bristol, Bath or Brighton (the 'B' thing is just a coincidence) or else to try and stay very near to where I am now (in between Maidstone and Rochester in Kent). The next job will hopefully make me a deputy manager and then I need to be sponsored to take the Registered Manager Award diploma. So you see I do have a career path - whoever would have thought that in my fifties I would find Ambition and Determination.
On the man front I have been on so many dates this year. One man I liked very much but he didn't feel the same. Lots of others wished to pursue things, but on my part it would have been just for the sake of it. There's no point with that really. I am still sharing the house with the two bichons and the friend that I met at French Weight Watchers. I've begun going to zumba classes and adore it. The weight has stayed off, no more has been shed but this year was really about maintaining the four stone weight loss before trying to get the last couple off.
All in all it's been an exercise in (hard not to sound cheesy now) getting my life back on track really. I hope anyone reading this can understand that when you think everything has gone tits up there can always be some sort of better time ahead.