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WELCOME TO SISTER BIRSTY’S COVID JOURNEY

Diary of a frontline worker. 

Welcome to Sister Birsty’s Covid Journey, an insight into the mind of an NHS worker facing the Coronavirus.  Sister Birsty’s Covid Journey is a way for me to document my experiences and process my emotions. All views are my own. 

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15th June 2020

I’ve been really neglectful of my blog the past few weeks. I’ve left it so long it’s hard to know where to start. Although I haven’t...

The Path of Least Resistance

A pandemic of racism, and we’re absolutely riddled, still. So ingrained in society some can’t even see the hypocrisy we’ve helped to...

29th May 2020

I spoke to an old friend the other night who is going through a tough time in her new post. Unfortunately it’s all too common an...

2020 Vision

Permission is given to politicians and those in powerful positions, to avoid self isolation like the rest of the population. Even though...

Zooming in - Michala Gyetvai

We started off our first Sitting Zoom of Culture a couple of weeks ago - which is the latest project we have developed. It’s essentially...

24th May 2020

I finished my run of night shifts yesterday, I woke up from what was meant to be a power nap 7 hours later. Another day off wasted. This...

Two Politipo’s

Look up Red sky in the evening, “Herd Immunity means your freedom” Red sky at dawn “we’ve weathered the storm” Red sky at night “We’ve...

20th May 2020

I was on the bloody News yesterday. ITV asked to interview myself and Liam from The Laura Hyde Foundation. It was overwhelmingly intense,...

17th May 2020

Holy Moly. When I sat on my break last night and uploaded my blog, I just thought it would be the usual load of my mates and family who...

16th May 2020

This morning I finished a night shift, and although back in tonight and really should have gone straight to bed – I needed to get this...

12th May 2020

200 years since Old Flo was here, since she braved the Crimea and shaped our career and profession into its modern dimension. Paved the...

9th May 2020

It’s actually a miracle I managed to do anything productive this week when I’ve had to keep one eye firmly on Jude. With Dan and I both...

6th May 2020

I’ve been a bit quiet the last few days, I’ve been so knackered that I haven’t had the energy to write much. I’m feeling a bit...

1st May 2020

Tory maths you have to laugh turning graphs to hieroglyphs so they don’t have to admit the mess we’re in. They can’t count and we can’t...

29th April 2020

I don’t think the universe wants me to sleep this week. Sunday night I’m pretty sure I got one of my antidepressants stuck in my gullet –...

26th April 2020

Grey Grey, from clouds to ground all around this blanket swamps me. I’m living a black and white movie. Drowning in Grey like a dead...

24th April 2020

Lockdown living, full of misgivings but this prison is actually a prism. The light of life is still there, it’s just refracted, bent and...

23rd April 2020

I had an interesting shift yesterday- our ward closed. The numbers of patients admitted had dropped so low, that multiple wards closed. I...

21st April 2020

Last night my local hospital was on Panorama - it’s not the Trust I work for – but I’m so proud of them. It was an amazing documentary...

20th April 2020

Yesterday was my first shift of being in charge of the ward. I was bricking it to be honest. I had that awful tummy churning feel like...

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I have recently left my role as an A&E nurse due to work related stress and depression. After spending the last 6 months recovering and undertaking various therapies, I now feel strong enough to return. I am an advocate for improved mental health services for NHS staff and I hope my experience will help me to cope with nursing during Covid-19. This blog will document my journey into a new role as Clinical Sister, in a new Trust, facing a new Virus.

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"It’s never too late to be what you might have been.”

George Eliot

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