Well after much stress my thesis is at the editors. In case you’re wondering not my original editor that I contracted last year. Due to length of time it took my work to be reviewed by my supervisors I had to find a new editor. My due by date came and went and all I could do was sit by and watch. Having been told repeatedly not to write anything until my work was reviewed. So now my work is being submitted as it is, my time again is running out. There are many lessons to be learnt from this process.
My six month contract at work has been extended so I’m still fitting in work and online tutorials. I’m writing this snippet while we drive to Lismore to see our sons for the day. The earth is parched and the long white slender tree trunks shine in the bright light of the day. The colours of the shrub are mingled with the dull browns of the earth. The sun is warm yet crisp as winter gives way to spring.
Can’t wait to see my thesis when northern editor is done. Oh and my plagiarism score was low so that was very good news. If all goes to plan it should be submitted before the end of this month.
It’s late at night again and I have decided to write a few words while I am thinking about it.
January is nearly over and a few days ago I signed a contract for 6 months to work as an Educator at the hospital. So far it has been great, everything seems to be falling into place at work, fingers crossed. I am also still holding tuts online which is also good fun. A large snake 🐍 turned up on the verandah and between the barking dogs and hissing snake it was a racket. I’m sure the online students had a good old laugh.
My PhD mmmm still under review and now I’m getting some feedback so I’m spending time rewriting. This is disappointing as I’ve had to waste time waiting for it to be reviewed, it is so very frustrating!! But at least I’m on the right track. I have an editor waiting for several months. So it’s all getting rather anxious right now. Keeping motivated for years is difficult when you can’t control your own outcome!! Frustrating…
The children and their children all visited over the Christmas break. It was great to share in their swimming and playing fun. And very easeful, having my children now adults who share in the work load.
Time for sleep now until the next saga.
Well, here I am, still waiting to get my work reviewed, as it is ready to hand in (I think). I have had to create my own personal timeline and manage those people around me as the time slips away and nothing really moves forward. I could, of course, write endlessly and fix up every mistake and rewrite a million pages again, but what is the point. All things must come to an end and so it is with my thesis. Finished on time, except for others. Therefore it’s off to the editor by the end of this month, whether it is reviewed or not. Great, I am glad that I have come to a point where I feel it is done, so the stress has gone.
Once again I have just returned from a trip to New Zealand, a quick trip this time, but I also managed to get in a conference on palliative care, which was very interesting. Have you ever written about someone, then met them and they totally live up to your expectations? This happen to me in NZ. For ages I have been referencing a person who is researching on the same topic. I have enjoyed her work and always thought that we agreed on many issues. And that we are only a few of the people who are undertaking research on end of life matters. It was incredible to meet her in person and to discover that she such a spiritual warrior and very knowledgeable on end of life matters related to Indigenous peoples.
My goals for the end of this month are to send my theses to the editor and to complete all the referencing and bits and pieces that go with the final edit.
Back from Canada and my ankle works again. Well, I guess August has flown blow, I spent most of August in Brisbane waiting for the birth of my 12th grandchild. Elodie arrived safe and sound and a week after her due date, my birthday. The Canadian trip was very rewarding with quite a few people attending my session on matters related to the end of life. I had a few tricky questions on death and dying to answer, but it was enlightening to think that some people do not realise that Celtic people have their own spirituality. This concept seemed incredulous, what a pity that all the witches were burnt and their consorts were punished and banished from the earth. I noticed tonight on the news that there is a resurgence of Celtic spirituality concepts in western countries. This has been a long time coming.
I am writing my Ph.D. again, slowly, as I have passed my date now, the urgency to complete does not seem so necessary. It is done, now just rearranging words, to suit the final copy. I have also spent August rewriting the book chapter and that was a marathon. It has gone in again so now I wait to see if it has been accepted.
It’s really late at night as I write this, and I am only just getting started on my assignment marking. It’s a long haul marking papers, trying to keep awake while I am lulled into complete boredom. I have also started back at work as the clinical educator, working with students. This is a nice change from the hard slog of the wards.
Until next month, I will see how far I get on my writing 🙂
On my feet again, it’s been a difficult few months hobbling around. Now, I really am greatful to have two working legs.
I am getting ready to travel to a conference in Canada to present my final research findings. This will be the culmination of my research and I hope that I can succinctly deliver the important points from a huge theses in half an hour. I guess I’ll find out soon.
I have just completed a draft chapter for a book and I’m waiting to hear back from the reviewers. It is well worth the effort to see my research being published. My theses seems to be in limbo. Somewhere between the final draft and lots of red lines. Ho hum, it is incredible to think that after all that writing it sits, gathering dust and cobwebs waiting to be reviewed in between edits. No matter when I thought I’d be finished it remains up to others to have the final say. So I will give it a rest for awhile, at least until after my trip to Canada.
The good thing about writing and researching so much is that there is a lot of information that can gathered to inform others as the hard work has been done.
Last month I travelled to New Zealand for a family funeral. It is a pity that most of us are so busy that time spent with extended family members is only put aside for weddings and funerals. I met some family members that I have never previously seen. It was a great few days visiting my childhood neighbourhood. And generally resting up for my next travel epic. This is a photo of my family home many years ago in Auckland. I’m sure if the walls could speak there would be many stories to tell. It was the last place that I saw my father alive, when I was six years old.
Ok so that is out of the way, now to document my ankle story. Three weeks ago I was walking/running my giant poodle that was hit by a car. This dog had a fractured femur and had to have it removed. This required rehab, regular walking on the leash. This is what I was doing when plop, I fell over on my ankle and heard a snap, sure enough, it was broken.
Talk about painful, unbelievable and when I made it into A&E and was asked to assign a number to the pain, I thought that it was the most ridiculous thing that I could do.Pain is subjective and my 10 is not your 10/10 so there. It turned out I was right. I said to the nurse my pain was 10/10. She said ‘ oh well’ at least you are honest go and sit down and we’ll call you later, first of all, walk around to Xray it is just around the corner.”
Oh dear, I had to ask for ice to be applied, I had to ask for a panadol and I had to put my foot up on the chair next door to my seat. Grey hair, denoted the lowest triage number, just sit, walk around to Xray, nothing for pain, no ice. This just wasn’t how I have treated people of any age with a brake of any sort. I always went out of my way to help people not to ignore them. Just to add insult to injury A & E was not busy. I had picked a good time to arrive.
The doctor called me into the room, after looking at my Xray. He watched me walk past the wheelchair, trying to hobble into the room without any walking aids. He knew that I had broken my ankle, he had the pictures to prove it….God damn it, couldn’t, shouldn’t he have said you must not walk on that break. I thought perhaps that it was a strain I had not seen the pictures.!!!!!
So, three weeks later I am still eating painkillers although less frequently. And I am hobbling around with an enormous boot on my leg. Here is hoping that it all heals quickly and smoothly.