|Receiving my prize and certificate|
|Proudly showing my Mum my certificate|
|With the lovely Mrs. Hatch, our tutor, and my fellow student Linda Drewett|
|I have no idea what I was doing here but it is definitely not what it seems!|
There were many difficult times but we also had great laughs. At Christmas we dressed up in tinsel and red and green tights and Mr. Cotton came in to carve the ward turkey at lunchtime. We turned our cloaks inside out, red felt linings showing, and paraded round the wards singing carols with lanterns. The hospital had a May Ball and we came first to the ward in all our finery to see the patients who gave us cheers and wolf-whistles. Alison Woollas was a fellow staff nurse and we did many night shifts together, working hard and laughing harder to see us through the early hours. We made illegal toast and poached eggs in the ward's new microwave oven and spent hours devising the 'Nigel Heaton Wind Scale' in quieter moments. Nigel Heaton (now a famous liver transplant surgeon) was a good looking registrar that we all secretly fancied. He was obsessed with flatulence, constantly asking the nurses whether his patients had passed wind and how many times. The wind scale was posted on the office wall and caused great hilarity at Mr. Heaton's expense. He was a great doctor with lovely bedside manner and never minded being called from him bed at 2am for a genuine emergency.
|One crazy Christmas night with the Kardex!|
|Sister Ferguson (Fergie) and Alison Woollas (right) in their Christmas finery!|
After a year as a staff nurse I wanted to explore my dream of becoming a children's nurse and started looking for opportunities to work on a children's ward to help me make a final decision. One night shift I found a small-ad at the back of the Nursing Times looking for nurses to work with children in refugee camps in Thailand. Nothing ventured nothing gained! A few weeks later, I flew to Bangkok for my first overseas adventure and two of the best years of my life. The rest, as they say, is history!