Reasons to be Cheerful No. 1

Reasons to be Cheerful No. 1

So far I have to admit that my posts have been a little downbeat.  Caring can be a tough road to follow sometimes, so it’s all too easy to get caught up in the negative stuff.

But caring can be a life-affirming road, too.  So this month I’m starting an occasional series on the positive aspects of this carer’s life. 

No. 1  Let’s Sweat The Small Stuff

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Volunteers Not Required

Volunteers Not Required

Carers are not volunteers.

I came across this in a Carers UK report and I suddenly exclaimed “YES!” the way you do when you read something that absolutely nails it. I underlined it three times I was so delighted with it. I also startled the poor woman who was sitting next to me in the library at the time, who suddenly remembered an urgent appointment elsewhere.

It might seem a curious sentence to some people. After all, couldn’t you choose to bring in paid carers to do the job instead or help the person find in a residential home to live in?

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Me and My Hats

Me and My Hats

I’m not one for fancy hats or, even worse, fascinators.  Surely the only fascinating thing about a fascinator is why you’d want to stick one on your head at such an awkward angle in the first place?  I like a woolly hat in the winter, though: one pulled down over my ears when there’s a pesky little wind blowing in off the North Sea.

But as a carer, I’m getting used to wearing a lot of hats.  

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Housing for All

Housing for All

I’ve just read an interesting article in my Dad’s The Pensioner magazine. The article addresses what I believe is a key element of delivering successful social care.  But it might not be an aspect that immediately springs to mind.

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When Good Enough is Good Enough

When Good Enough is Good Enough

It’s amazing how quickly a day can go pear-shaped, as what I’d hope to achieve evaporates in the face of unplanned events. It can happen to anyone, of course.  The baby that keeps you up all night teething.  The train that gets inexplicably cancelled.  The colleague that calls in sick.  The coffee cup that spills all over your white shirt just before you go into an important meeting (yes, that was me).  We aren’t as in control of life as we’d like to think. 

But disrupted plans and frustrated expectations seem to happen to me more as a carer than they ever did before.

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