On the ward at the hospital. Art group going well. Nurse comes up and says that the patients would like to do some Christmassy stuff in the coming weeks, and she's made a list: paper chains, Christmas tree decorations, and can the cookery group make mince pies? Great stuff. I think up a few things of my own, too, and visualise a really fun display where the patients can participate, with all the benefits which this entails; and can see the results of their labours, with all the positive self-esteem which this entails; and all the team work which will really help them when they go back into the community. Lovely jubbly.
Had meeting this morning with Head of Nursing Staff, who wanted to know our ideas for stuff we could do on the wards. When I raise the above, she responds ' I'm not a party pooper, but' ... (had you noticed that when people say things like 'I'm not a stupid w****r, but ...' THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT THEY ARE BEING?) Health and Safety won't allow that ... burble ... burble ... mutter ... mutter. I'm waiting to hear back what won't be allowed by this dysfunctional organisation which has banned more activities than the Taliban ...
In the meantime, I've a good mind to get the patients to paint on the wall something along the lines of 'I hope you like this colourful display because that's all you're getting in the way of Christmas cheer because of the painful jobsworths at the HSE'. I can see that some of the patients would probably enjoy the activity.
Ok, now who do you think REALLY has the mental health problem here?
P.S. It's not me, now I've got that out of my system!