There are very few occasions in life when the words ‘thank you’ do not scratch the surface of the immense gratitude you wish to express. In this case, it is for the hard work, support and skill the Critical Care Team at The Queen Elizabeth Hospital Birmingham shared with me and my family.
It isn’t until you find yourself in the need of Critical Care that you even begin to understand or appreciate the abilities of those who work the wards there and serve the needs of people at their sickest and their families. It is hard to understand the fragility of life and see the immense knowledge, expertise and skills required to rebuild a body to full health until you see it done for someone you love.
Many people; staff nurses, sisters, charge nurses, doctors, auxiliaries, surgeons and consultants looked after my dad in his hours and days of need and it would be a sight to see everyone who has helped him lined up side by side. From the day shift, to the night shift and from one handover to another each member of the team performed their own little miracle in nursing Dad back to health.You all do this day in day out for the benefit of strangers. It is an outstanding job that you all do and thats why just saying ‘thank you’ will never ever be enough but I feel it is a good place to start.
Thank you – for talking to us and explaining how things work (more than once!)
Thank you – for making us take that extra comfort brake and giving in to the sugary pull of a hot chocolate.
Thank you – for the cups of tea, even those we may not have even sipped.
Thank you – for calming our fears and keeping our minds focused.
Thank you – for the blankets and the patience when we were too scared to leave the hospital.
Thank you for saving my Dads life and supporting us in our darkest days.
For those more observant of you will notice there are 6 photos here. I peaked a little too early on Day 4, possibly due to a caffeine overdose, and i couldn’t not share my selfie with my beautiful best friend at the Christmas Market!!
Yesterday, in that part of my life that is adulthood, I visited Birmingham Airport for work. After a meeting with the CEO we had the pleasure of a tour of the airport. I must admit that as insightful as it was it was gutwrentching to be in the departure lounge, down the departure gates, back in to arrivals then then baggage collection without actually leaving the country! I had to pass through security and immigration twice too!
So in my unrestricted access to the airport I was amongst the business men and women, holiday makers, back packers and not to mention the long haul distance travellers. A man caught my eye travelling with a another male companion. Tall with golden hair and a blue slim fit suit, brogues of course. He had this confident, straight ahead look in his eye and I’m not sure if its the hight or just the general Dutch demeanour but he was most definitely a Dutchie and upon noticing him and his friend, wearing a grey round neck t-shirt and jeans along with Rayban sunglasses I though them the most odd looking of pairing yet both deliciously Dutch. You can imagine my inner winners dance when the t-shirt man (slightly shorter than the suit but with the same European tanned face and golden hair) started talking in Dutch!
I’d like to think that this proves one thing; that even when enthralled with work and my mind relatively as far away from The Netherlands as I am geographically I can still spot one at 100 paces!
Het is nu mei! Ik kan niet begriep het! Ik heb niet veel nederlands geleerd sinds maart.
In other news I am now in The Netherlands. I have arrived in one piece. It was an eventful journey. Alas I didn’t get searched in the airport but my baggage did. Queue funny looks from security when he opened up my toiletries bag to find half a box of tampons! (face palm moment) When the floor didn’t swallow me up I carried on being searched. Who knew you had to declare contact lenses and toothpaste!!
After repacking my bag in Pret a Manger and nearly leaving my socks behind we boarded. The flight was delayed by 30 minutes but it was a pleasant enough journey. Oh and I saw the TALLEST MAN IN THE WORLD. Like literally his hips where in line with my shoulders! He was unbelievable!
Schipol have changed their toilet roll supplier – I wasn’t impressed! Pit stop in Albert Heim for water, sweets, wine and plastic cups.
Found the car, that was interesting! Hybrid automatic – fun times! After two wrong turns coming from Schipol we took the scenic route south. After 2 hours we made it to Rotterdam and a whistle stop tour for Birthday cake and drinks for one of my Dutch friends. Discovery – Beethovenlaan is in literally EVERY village. Its amazing how close to the curb an English girl can get!!
We unintentionally surprised the Dutch family. I’ve never had so many kisses. 3 went out the window, it was more like 3 million!! Zo mooi en zo lekker! It felt so good to be home!
After a fake call to the hotel about our “delayed” flights we got to the hotel at 00:05! Oh and when finding the hotel we missed the carpark turning and had to take a 24minutes round trip back to the front of the hotel thanks to one way systems and quite possibly and illegal u-turn! Jack the concerge was a gem but we politely declined the early morning wake up call he offered. Now in bed, with a plastic cup of wine and reliving the escapades of the day. Roll on tomorrow!
I’ve got 6 days till my Level 2 exam. I am doing at least an hour a day. I can’t commit to any more than that. Ages ago I dug out my old GCSE French Questions and translated them into Dutch (via the-powers-that-must-not-be-named being Google Translate). I’m going to use these for a framework of my practice. Todays practice was Huiselijk leven.