Sunday, 12 February 2017

Time alone in

grief ... those that know such loss in floods and like. The support for the physical is easy. The aftermath awash with emotions... silent in itself ... 

Those in multiple loss of loved ones ... or see it happen ... more than words can say.

My husband witnessed  my mishaps, when I hurt myself and broke me a few toes. .... unfortunately I witnessed many of his misdemeanours in the way our life crept upon in this all to hidden hoard behind doors  ... and his end days ... in circumstance unfortunately all to common in my vicinity... 

A lone person across the way unable to manage life too. The confidentiality intact. Though the nurses at the doctors surgery did disclose basic info or someone who came here did. Like for like in conversations, unfortunately common sense and tact lacking much for some reason with our dilemmas ... too much talk ... not enough impact on actions. 

Accidents and deaths will continue to happen until more robust diversity across all links in the health and social care sector across to life ... 

The heirachy in nurses, health and safety seems to be issues ... a dedicated emergency department needs setting up all across the police, fire, amubulance, social work, metal health and a declutter automated segment in response teams ... the more affirmative carer services in respite to access activities, and of course the RSPCA. The teenagers just crossing the threshold of adulthood law time ... to avoid the loops and holes of the system still failing at times ...

A dedicated advisor to sign post the team at the offices for all local voluntary organisations to further add to some of this work in place ... a lot was never followed up for me ... you get tired of repeating yourself ... 

The support for those who struggle to get out of the door, onto transport in such an area as this. My local Mental Health Office has finally shut down ... after migration of the majority to another town some years back ... I knew it be a matter of time ... all the crisis team who attended one year in another February raved on about the last bakery in town being good, when they operated from there ... I beg to differ ... 



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