I woke after an hour’s sleep, and then saw every hour
of the night. I finally gave up trying to sleep at five o’clock, got up and
watched an episode of “The Handmaild’s Tale”. It’s a rather
thought-provoking show. How do these totalitarian states run by religious
crackpots actually work when the entire thing is based on a system of religious
crackpottery in which no one actually believes.
I had my usual look at Facebook… perhaps I shouldn’t.
The Reform UK councillor for one of the wards on the Romney Marsh was ranting
about the proposed solar farm which might or might
not be built on the Romney Marsh. His position was that he was for it and
against it and would go with whatever opinion would seem to get him the most
votes. I suppose that’s as good a position as we can expect from any politician?
I got ready for work.
As I drove up the motorway the pundits on the radio
were talking about how parliament was going to be discussing the "Single Patient
Record"; a plan to combine GP, hospital and social care data
records so patients don't have to keep repeating their medical history time and
again at appointments, and so that clinicians can access anyone's medical
history. Needless to say the conspiracy theory crackpots are up in arms about
it, but from my personal perspective it would be invaluable for me to know
someone's blood transfusion history if they didn't live locally and didn't
feature on our works IT system.
I was rather amazed to hear that parliament was going
to be discussing it for the first time; this was first tried nearly twenty
years ago. The project dragged on and on, and wasn't the glowing success
everyone had been hoping for.
My diaries of the time mentioned the DCW which was
rather fundamental to the project. Perhaps if we had ever found out what DCW
stood for, things might have turned out differently.
And there was talk about a load of midwives in
a hospital in Nottingham. Supposedly having been guilty of everything possible
bad thing under the sun, it was suggested that they were actually massively
overworked, with administrators seemingly unaware of what staffing levels
actually were supposed to be. Rather ironic when you think that NHS Trusts are trying
to get staff to go, isn't it?
As I drove I managed not to crash into the van of
"Orchard 2 Office" ;
a company which specialises in delivering fruit to workplaces. As I have said
so many times, if you are going to drive like a mania, it is best done in a
vehicle that doesn't have your company's name and logo emblazoned all over it.
I stopped off at Sainsburys to get lunch, then went in
to work. Today was supposedly a non-working day, but what with having had a
minor hiccup over the weekend I'd been asked to go in for an extra day. I was
happy to do so. As I said only two days ago, bearing in mind how I was treated
where I used to work, it is rather good to be asked to help.
With my bit done I came home. We had pizza and “er
indoors TM” went bowling as she
does on Mondays. I put more episodes of “The Handmaid’s Tale” on the
telly and got on with the ironing as the dogs slept.
Somehow or other I’ve managed to trap a nerve in my
leg today. It really hurts….
