Brian, there's always one! I worked with one Jewish chap who would make anti-semitism popular!
This chap was Bangladeshi/Pakistani...... and then there was Resmi!
She was one of my nurses, a recent immigrant from India, her English was very accented. She walked into my room, and spoke to me, and I couldn't understand a word.
She tried again and it sounded like, hello, my name is Ismy. and she showed me her ID tag. Then she said, very slowly, you can't understand me can you? then apologised for her speach.
I reponded, no, no love. It's not you, I'm deaf and rely heavily on lip reading and all accents, even the Welsh, give me trouble.
I added, if I ignore you, I haven't heard you, if I give you a silly answer then I've mis heard you.
We got on that well that I even discovered that she was born in India and that she was a Roman Catholic.
Stuck in a little room all on my own the nurses always had time to chat for a few minutes and keep me company.
Sian was engaged and added that she had only known the chap for six months. I nodded. and it's not gonna last?
So they keep telling me.
I said, That's what they told me, 42 yrs ago!
No Brian, they were marvelous. My presense on the ward increased the risks to them and their faimilies, and their work load, the pathogen was never identified, and one nurse had two little girls aged 6 and 4. But there's always one!
DW, one of my problems is that I have litle idea of any warning signs, the previous ones were hidden by the bowel cramps, so I'm still very nervous. The meds seem to fix my PR at about 60 BPM, so any effort requiring more than that leaves me short of breath. I'm having to make adjustments to my life by the minute.
Roy.