last week was a bad one for LNER womens football club. lost 6 nil in the pouring rain to alexandra park, a very sad state of affairs. but today was gonna be different. it was a lovely sunday morn when LNER took to the pitch. but then our goalie rang in sick. who was going to step up? none other than yours truly, killion.
after freakin out for the first 10 mins, letting in 2 goals, she made a quick recovery and two good saves in the first half. our strikers worked their magic and at half time we were down 2-1. after some dodgy defense the opposition scored again we were down 3-1, then something wonderful happened. LNER took charge, got aggressive and ran circles around fulham. we came back with one, two, three more goals. we very nearly lost the plot and let them score again, but keeper killion was on the case. after a bit of messy play we clinched it, another beautiful goal from a penalty kick, straight into the far top corner.
all credit to em, fulham, tried their best to take us out, 'attacking' dear jen and sinking their nails into our sally, but they didnt know who they were messing with. they gave us a good run but got too frustrated, poor little dears, crying to the ref. wah.
WE WON DAMMIT! YEAH! GO TEAM!
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
old people
i've run out of cash, and since the uk nurses & midwives council are taking forever to register me, i've been working as a health care assistant. my day consists of chasing demented old people around the ward and making them have a bath/meal and cleaning up poo.
after my first week of HATING it with a passion, i've settled into a defeated state of acceptance. i'm starting to warm to the old dears. theres this one tiny old lady millie, 90*, known to spontaneously deliver a musical version of 'jack and jill'. yesterday she told us several times that her lunch money was stolen, and she really must go home because her mum is expecting her home from school. we explained that she's staying with us for a while but she sporadically cries help! (in a non-distressed way actually) to which one of the other nurses replies in song "i need sombody"...help! "not just anybody" and everyone has a laugh.
they can be quite naughty, these elderly women. theres another, more mobile old lady, aggie*, who every morning sweetly insists "oh no i had a lovely bath last night thankyou, they were ever so helpful" which is never true. you have to catch her off guard when shes wandering around the ward with her zimmer frame, lead her innocently into the shower and tell her to take a seat, but that only works every now and then.
on the odd day when i imagine getting old (rather than dying glamourously for some noble cause at some pre-senile age) i think i wouldn't mind being a "pleasantly confused" but feisty little old lady.
*names changed and artistic liberties taken with 'the facts', so relax you confidentiality freaks :)
after my first week of HATING it with a passion, i've settled into a defeated state of acceptance. i'm starting to warm to the old dears. theres this one tiny old lady millie, 90*, known to spontaneously deliver a musical version of 'jack and jill'. yesterday she told us several times that her lunch money was stolen, and she really must go home because her mum is expecting her home from school. we explained that she's staying with us for a while but she sporadically cries help! (in a non-distressed way actually) to which one of the other nurses replies in song "i need sombody"...help! "not just anybody" and everyone has a laugh.
they can be quite naughty, these elderly women. theres another, more mobile old lady, aggie*, who every morning sweetly insists "oh no i had a lovely bath last night thankyou, they were ever so helpful" which is never true. you have to catch her off guard when shes wandering around the ward with her zimmer frame, lead her innocently into the shower and tell her to take a seat, but that only works every now and then.
on the odd day when i imagine getting old (rather than dying glamourously for some noble cause at some pre-senile age) i think i wouldn't mind being a "pleasantly confused" but feisty little old lady.
*names changed and artistic liberties taken with 'the facts', so relax you confidentiality freaks :)
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