Showing posts with label reminiscence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reminiscence. Show all posts

Thursday, 13 May 2010

dementia support


Staff Nurse. Ruth Breslin

The dementia support we offer is for people of any age – here it’s given so that sufferers can stay in their own homes as long as possible, living their lives as fully as possible. At this day hospital we provide specialist assessment, nursing support and O.T activities for people with various types of dementia. We hope this will prevent the need for a hospital admission and allow relatives / carers some much needed respite.


There are many different types of dementia. Some are related to diseases such as Alzheimers or vascular conditions such as strokes. Depending on the illness, people might have short-term memory problems, disorientation, be anxious or agitated or develop problems such as disturbed patterns of sleep.


We also support people with less common illnesses such as fronto-temporal dementia which can involve very challenging symptoms such as obsessive-compulsive behaviours or marked personality changes. At all stages of the person's journey through dementia there are hurdles to overcome, for both the individual and their loved ones.


Our role is to help people understand what they are going through, and together find positive, constructive ways to look to the future. This may involve helping people to come to come to terms with their diagnosis and explore their feelings and anxieties. For example, some people may feel angry and need emotional counselling. Others may need practical support to understand their symptoms or treatment plan. Educational support is also vital. Certain dementia symptoms may require special consideration in carers; for instance, Alzheimers can cause problems with visuo-spatial awareness which affects a persons' recognition of depth, distance and what an object is. Someone with this problem might walk from a carpet onto lino and think that they should be taking a step up, when the two surfaces are actually flat beside each other. This can cause them to stumble or fall.


We also see many kinds of language difficulties. People might remember songs, or recite poetry, but be limited in other uses of words. I knew a gentleman who could recite Shakespeare in any accent you like, but his own self-expression was stunted.

Individuals can sometimes get lost in the illness and we fight that by helping them create books that tell the history of their own lives. The patient is transformed from an anonymous old lady into someone who has flown planes, who has lived an amazing life. A book like this is very valuable, especially when someone is in long-term care; it becomes a memory guide to the person and a prompt for staff. It’s an anchor for the patient and it’s a point of contact, a talking point.

You need background to understand people. Local history, personal reminiscences, things to hang a conversation on. From there you get to know them more deeply. Everyone’s needs are so different. Some people actively seek help, others are more reluctant to ask for it and we have to gradually earn their trust.

We achieve a lot once we’ve got trust. Its very rewarding to see people getting happier and growing in confidence every day.


Many people who are referred to us understand that they have a diagnosis of dementia. Because of that you can be honest and trust can then build. People start to understand who you are, they open up to you, which is vital because dementia is in the mind.....unseen, it has to be talked about before we can treat it. It is so valuable for the person to know that the scary things that are happening to them, such as hallucinations, are part of their illness and that we will work hard to find the right medication to ease them. It is a partnership.


The care philosophy we use is based on the work of the late Tom Kitwood, who pioneered the person-centred care movement. Kitwood once said that to treat people as if they were objects or consumer durables like a TV is "grotesque". But, in the current ecconomic climate, it is easy for healthcare to reduce people to numbers or statistics. Dementia care nursing has, historically, been under-valued and overlooked as a specialist area of practice. But the nature of our patients' needs and their vulnerability demands that we need more - not less- skills to work in this area. There is a lot of emotional giving in dementia care. The reality of person-centred care is that we have to go the extra mile. Our client group need people to spend quality time with them and they deserve committed, compassionate, well-trained staff who understand their needs. That’s what keeps the patients safe and physically / emotionally well. We work hard to keep the atmosphere calm and uplifting, from the music we play to the activities we undertake. We also have good relationships with the people around the client too, relatives, doctors and other health workers. Close teamwork is essential.

When people move on, we miss them terribly because we’re very much a community. We get relatives coming to visit at our Christmas Fairs, people from the past pop in to say hello. I always say: “Have a cuppa if you’re near, let us know how you’re doing.”


There are days when the job can be tiring and demanding, but it’s never to do with the patients. They keep us going on the tough days! It is the politics, red tape and paperwork that causes the most frustration.


We never forget though, that however difficult our days can be, it is the carers who have the hardest job of all. They never cease to amaze us at how they keep going- sometimes under extreme pressures and even with their own health problems. When we come off duty, we can relax and re-charge our batteries. Our carers are on duty 24/7.

Tuesday, 9 March 2010

Care of Nurses


I’ve seen a complete deterioration in care of the caring profession in terms of how well they are looked after by the administration - no place for staff to go and have something to eat. When I trained and you were on night duty you could go and have the same half hour off the ward as you would during the day. And a proper meal cooked in the middle of the night, now often they don’t have the opportunity. If you’re not looking after the staff, how are they going to be giving of themselves?

Staff rooms in the early days, doctors taking tea with Sister, and Sister had a big room and literally everyone could sit round and have tea. And where would you get that now? The staff are in cupboards, and they complain then about lack of communication between disciplines; doctors and nurses, or nurses and physios – but you have no means, no theatre.

Alison Creed. Retired

Tuesday, 2 March 2010

parachute landing in jungle terrain



I’ve seen me whack
done me jumps
floating down Egypt Cyprus Malaya

that tattoo says in memory of Mitch
killed in Malay jungles
a tattoo that hurt me
I’ve killed and I’m not proud of it
(or they’d kill you
prisoner of war – whatcha gonna do?)

ever tried to pack a parachute?
bloody handfuls
like trying to get a bed into a pillow

they won’t let me out of here
told me straight I’m not for getting out
driven to die
very very very very
bored in the brain
so bored it’s ridiculous
bored to the ears

these wards are in lost time

landing in jungle terrain
we laugh
butterflies

what’ll we do after the war?
lost a lot of weight
don’t know if I’ll get a visitor
my wife died and I didn’t go to the funeral
I’d jump
to go as I want
even prisoners are allowed to
walk to the great door

parachute regiment I’d jump again tomorrow
you worry til it cracks out
cracks out open and you’re floating

down
down
down

Albert Burrows
Cherry Tree
2007

Monday, 1 March 2010

football



stanley matthews georgie best nobby stiles sammy much roger byrnes busby babes in packs in a set players 10 or 20 cigarettes on the back their age height history wifeswaps then in germany in munich early morn the takeoff

I do as best I can I do the journey from here to there is no different to any other journey more’s the difficulty is keeping your friends cos you cant get out the wheelchair

known as the munich crash the ground frosted fog photos of them on the runway matt busby sandy busby the son (good at spending money) when they emerged the babes were near unbeatable on £15 a week put edwards on he could cream the lot dog them clobber them sort em out

you cant get out the wheelchair and start getting angry telling the fellow where you want to go well lets say it does make you feel you’re not getting anywhere it’s just a question of administration

stanley matthews turned up at 8 in the morning running barefoot feels free blackpool sands (soak your feet in cold water you’ll walk a million miles) georgie best kidded the goalie banged it a brilliant shot but he done himself in daily brandy-soaked

you feel limited in the weight of this you’re not designing the journey the other person is I was an apprentice pro blackpool fc loved every minute gave back every penny

the footballs were heavier then leather soaked in rain describe a great god the best he was a tippler of everything two or three wives he had so many women over the weekend hundreds seen him train in the park a dangerous man a danger

you’ve got to be determined to stay alive otherwise this world will see you off falling into chaos somebody needs to mop the world up nurse sort the ends out I’m sat in a chair thinking literature I cant express

re-match: duncan edward he was only 19 in munich on the runway play was awhile ago you’ll hear them you’ll hear them a mile away no problem just a trick of the foot.

Allan Whittaker, Frank Wigley

Cherry Tree Hospital

2007

Friday, 26 February 2010

souvenir



there are a lot of souvenirs in my head
raining
the water in lines
falling
the gutters
the line going
I remember everything
an older brother
he was running

the river
boots
running through

it was raining and I remember
the planes passing over
making a boom boom boom
I’d sit on the window sill
curtains drawn in case there was a bomb
watched the children through the curtains
on rainy days

head in a fog
frustrating, confusing, annoying

it was raining and I remember the ground
wet and muddy, I had to wear Wellingtons
splash splash splash
through the
raining and I remember
the old ladies couldn’t go out
so grandma and I went to the pub
to get them guinness

your head in a fog
horrible
because you have it in your mind
but what I remember is right

remember playing by the
river and my shoes falling off and being washed
away
(I didn’t get into trouble but the other kids did)
used to love lying in bed
listening to the rain pattering the window

it was raining and I remember I was
a little devil
when I was young, when it was raining
raining in Alexandria
lightening
and then, for a month no rain
then again, rain really bad
looking out through a window
and swimming far
the fruit of the beach
catch it and eat with a spoon
faraway, the fruit
when it was raining it was raining hard
there was lovely fruit
I was mad, I was a devil swimming
taking the fruit from the rock
the fruit from the sea, rezza

raining women’s voices

branches of trees and old tyres
being washed down
even the baby’s dummy
gutters on roofs overflowing
leaves and pieces of soil run down the walls
cats and dogs
want to get inside

what does it feel like to forget?
it can be confusing, frightening
especially if you’re in the rain
like
getting off a bus
when you don’t know where you are

it was raining and I remember
Gene Kelly singing in the rain
in a musical, a great musical
Gene Kelly dancing under an umbrella as he sang
Morecambe and Wise singing
the same
funny, I remember singing at school with the other children
‘rain, rain, go away, come again another day’
raining and sunshining
I remember seeing a rainbow
remember it poured most of this summer
remember splashing the puddles when I was
a child
getting very wet
having to change and
dry in front of the fire.


Fred, Patricia, Yolanda
11 September 2009

Thursday, 25 February 2010

conch



many a time tea

on blackpool beach

day trips with me dad all the time

when he had time

blowing her nose

an excuse me lost at sea


in winter gardens - indoor gardens

that’s yours my love that music

fox trot waltz

a winter garden

fresh warm

stay the day


conch

it’s just the blood in your head

you can hear it rush

to shut


it’s rough

cough it up

an excuse me

scared the life out of me change the scene

sea rough

a garden a-flower

a tower

a walk many a time

asleep

me


shells



May Cocker, Rosamund Blackham and Mary Arrandale

Stepping Hill Hospital


Tuesday, 23 February 2010

a locker



a locker is a sort of miniature you
haven’t much room on-ship
roll your mattress rope around
hammocks slung sausage-like

these curtain rails carrying

a coiled rope and a heaving line
panic at the dock everyone swearing
doesn’t bother me a cramped situation
eight fathoms for your morning wash

around the beds in the ward

a rough bloody outfit
you was on the frontline
some of the roughest buggers ever
I’ll take you all

remind me of

a good rough house in the pub
was a favourite occupation
thorough gentlemen
below decks

hammock rails

remind: dear me you don’t half meet characters
limbs and bits of heavy engineering
the place exploding
you hit the floor

the clews as they call em

undo them strings beg a kiss
the nurses
stealing sailors’
hatbands for ribbons


Allan Whittaker
Cherry Tree
2007

Sunday, 21 February 2010

wheelchair



walking

an outlook

an outlet

your body don’t dilly dally

does what you tell


marbles on the way to school

for a long way flick it through

play for each others’ cowboys and indians

late at night

in the fields around farms

make dens of

long-seeming summers

in the 1940s


the first

thing is

to keep

little things adding

to a bigger step


on the fringe of farmed fields

bounded by the Mersey

we’d walk over the iron bridge

time working horses

the river a-flooded with ducks and geese

it’s all we had

kids walking the road home

was better frittered


what’s so good about sitting down?

if you’re going

for a walk

get your shoes and

go



Group

Cherry Tree 2009

Wednesday, 17 February 2010

grit

you first come in you’re sick and that slows you can’t be mithered grit me teeth and bear it grit me teeth and keep me head down

called up 1939 went to France Dunkirk had a bad time a bad time

driven to distraction by all the waste of time getting angry doesn’t help you got to somehow slip into a lower gear get through these long days

in a truck for cover

get up when the nurses start clattering early habit of a lifetime bed late after the noise of the medicine the nurses overworking I’m surprised how cheerful they keep

tried to get in the little boat trousers round my neck and the trousers floated away

if you’ve got a decent book get what exercise you can push this wheelchair up and down

people fighting to get on the boat

that’s one thing I never do – give in

and keep a smile on the faces of the nurses

you’ve got to make your pleasure – is there anything that pleases me? - yes everything - grit me teeth and grin

E Wooley
2008

Tuesday, 16 February 2010

stages of grief: 1950



it’s the same a broken heart and physical pain

he died in front of me (talking one minute)
the pain in their face
you feel it
want to do
something and you can’t
the doctors said no

went cold head to toes
and you can’t get warm
when you’ve had a lovely husband
you feel it more

helping people helps
fills a gap fills what’s gone
sorry I never meant
to

break

you can let yourself go
and then you fade
sitting on ice days
not sleeping he died (talking one minute)
fade or you fight it
its always there
1950 as though it was last week as though

you cry alone
there all the time
even when I’m washing
up

a broken heart and physical pain though
everything shut
I put a bolt on the door
said: ‘There is no
good’ and then I was praying
it pulls it pulls
come back at night

come or you just
let your
self
go.

Anonymous
Cherry Tree
2009

Monday, 15 February 2010

diphtheria


the ambulance bringing
ding a ling a ling

she can remember them ringing
them bells

it was one of the common ones
the cough
a sore throat easily contracted
diphtheria scarlet fever
five years old
the cloth stretching across the wall
my father raised a blade

the ambulance bringing

take swabs
of it the children terrified
isolation hospital
their faces
thought they’d be red
scarlet fever
diphtheria

ding a ling a ling

keeping them apart
lockjaw
didn’t talk
to em too scared
peered through a washroom window
one of the kids saw me said
I won’t tell
remember

them ringing the ambulance bringing
ding a ling a ling

them bells.

Dora Boulton, Frank Bryan, Olive Wilson
Cherry Tree 2009



Monday, 8 February 2010

notable dates (a Kingdom)

my mind to me a Kingdom
has come to me in illness
in sickness
in my body
my mind
*
isn’t captivated
not shut in
here, but let’s face it
could be by the sea
walking on pebbles or moors in Yorkshire
surrounded by moors in happiness or anger
my mind is a Kingdom
although you’re in
*
the ward you
can take yourself out any time
some learn to live with poverty or riches
some with illness

if you suffer for very long
have to say: not going under

count your blessings one by one one by one by one

(a Kingdom: I like to think I’m by the prom
the noise of the pebbles
one by one by one)

***

you get an affliction
get very resentful
have to adapt to
ageing
those beech leaves just turning red
*
a body case
*
can’t case your mind
you adapt
see someone a lot worse
live with your limitations
when you’re in a lot of pain
teaches you something
teaches patience
*

Queenie Wall, Catherine Cannon, Irene Corringan, Mary Hulme
November 2008

Thursday, 28 January 2010

paracetemol soup




love
(what’s wrong with it?) can’t do without
home
the most important place
(love when I think of home)
love it’s true I daren’t say it
the bank writing me love letters
security, savings, minus, plus
my dad singing over the rainbow
throwing coins in the air
noisy
movement
my brother is bent double with arthritis
I am an expert in pain disabled incurable
backache we’ve all got it why haven’t you?
you’ve got to drink gallons and gallons of
paracetemol soup
we’ve all got it like income tax
there’s no escape
bloody hell, miracles
luck
love


Louis Marx, Margot Blake, Gloria Ordman
October 2007

Photo © Lois Blackburn 2008

time disappears when you're in hospital


time disappears when you're in hospital
nights are very long
days are just as

people seem to think I need to be entertained
I’m happy reading


among my friends of recent years
humorous stories and jokes

memories you create for future generations
remembered as jocular
things you do with your grandchildren
they will say

I remember
Granddad remembering

don’t
do an awful
lot

when friends die
certain instances trigger good/sad
life goes on
days are very long
nights are just as

forget awhile
then something happens remember

experience
death brings
memory



anon
24th Nov 2006

Everyone has the right to be remembered



you have
more freedom when
you are away
but

the nurses put a limit

the atmosphere every year in
Wales Rhyll Llandudno or the Algarve
the pleasure to stop and go
a wideopen space, a beachfront
the smell is held
contained by things that are a pleasure
to eat doughnuts are sweet
pleasure constantly

cant look after myself proper

constantly seabirds on the headland
suspect or suggest the memory of places
a tram or a train from base to top
do and say what you want
a change of scenery

you’ve got to have someone to help
control


tremors
two shakes of a lambs tail to get to Llandudno
to get away to get home
you look around and see dust
look back and think I was doing such a thing
donkeys years in holiday camps
in tents men on one side women the other
the bane of my wife’s desire
the cheese was very

hard pleasure of these idle days


conversation poem
cherry tree hospital 2009

Thursday, 14 January 2010

today: the garden


I’m filled with roses

remember
hydrangea

lilac fuchsia
snowdrop bluebells

reawakened
a memory of those flowers

a memory of
my brother
I looked up to him
there was a birdcage a stork dove water round
cleaned out and painted
in Manchester I can remember good times

not the weeding
not the daffodils

I don’t forget
granddaughter swimming, memories
jigsaw

such good fun in the war
shrapnel
all them bits that were fired up
red hot in a can take it back in a biscuit tin
10 shilling for the lot

Strines Rd Marple
walking down
to school

never been back you’ve got to
look forwards
I’ll always do that

to the shelter underground rocks
school from Stockport from Cheadle
our bus fare for food
back to the family 3 sons and a daughter

today:
I’m filled with the feeling
being upside down

remember
a number of various
I can remember it all
saying it that’s a different thing.



Victor Richardson, Joyce Knibs, Tom Dolan, Victor Richardson, Dorothy
(+ William Carlos Williams – from Asphodel, That Greeny Flower)
November 2009