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MATRONS
STORY – By @anniecoops
Matron was
‘old school’ but in truth no one really knew how old she was; she had the
kind of face that you knew had seen things but what was another question.
Matron
trained in the early 1980s but she wasn’t young even then; in fact she had
had a former life before she decided to become a nurse. This period was what she referred to as her
‘hippy’ phase, a time when she can remember with vivid swirling colours; it
was a time of sandals and cheese cloth and patchouli oil mixed with the sound
of the Beatles and Jefferson Airplane.
If Matron closes her eyes she can still hear ‘I am the Walrus, goo goo
g'joob’ in her head, the warmth of sun on her skin and the heady smell of
That’s when
she met him. He was a policeman then. She can’t quite remember the
circumstances but it was something to do with trying to evict them from a
squat and when she saw him she knew.
Her life changed forever.
He was newly
married then and had a big career to look forward to and over time his job
became more and more secret. He had to
spend time in strange cities and Matron often would secretly meet him there. Gone were the hippy clothes and a more
moderate woman emerged. Now, of course, she is meeting an important man, a
man who has power and influence in the halls of
Her nursing
career also came out of love; she nursed an old aunt and decided after this,
despite the sizable inheritance the aunt left her, that nursing was
important, vital in fact. She trained
in a large well-known
Matron loved
the patients and the care she could give.
She was a great nurse and the patients loved her as did the senior
staff. She was reliable and caring. She remembers the good old days on the
wards at Christmas when Mr Fitch, the hospital surgeon would come and carve
the turkey on the ward. He had asked
Matron out many times when she was a ward sister. In fact she went once but she was worried
what he would think when he realised that everything on the surface was not
the same as underneath – Matron’s waters run deep.
Matron ended
up as senior Matron at St Tweeters Trust.
She wasn’t sure she liked things these days. Gone was the consultants’ dining room and
the staff had such a lot ‘off’ these days she could hardly keep up – she was
always of the suspicion that they were one step ahead of her. Matron’s long term plans were unclear – she
had no family, the nearest were the people at St Twitters. They were kind to her, even if sometimes
they took the mickey out of her behind her back.
So Matron
puts on her uniform every day and troops off to her office, wearing her
Channel (it was at least a luxury she could now afford) and looking forward
to those special secret days off, in anonymous hotel rooms wherever things
took them.
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Old B (A Nest Ward #StTwitters Patient) @BartonTD
Was the last surviving member of 12 brothers. Born in the Cleethorpes
he had as a young man joined the Merchant Navy and sailed the seas from pole
to pole, enjoying the exotic perfumes of the Far East, and a girl in every
port. It was at this time that he developed his life long relationship with
strong liquor and a pipe full of rough Shag.
However it was in Shanghai that he met the love of his
life – the Slant Eyed Chinese Maiden by the name of Hooflungshite. HooFlung
and Old B fell madly in love and eloped, taking an old Tramp Steamer from
Shanghai to Swansea.
Here they settled, Old B running his own Hardware Shop
with HooFlung at his side. They had a family of 5, 2 daughters and 3 sons and
the family grew & flourished. Eventually the children took over the
family business, franchised it under the brand of B&Q with fiscal interests
in the Old Scroggs Distillery and Rough Shag Tobacco International. .
Old B and Hooflung grew happily to retirement as the
family business flourished. When
Hooflung sadly passed in a freak skiing accident Old B became increasingly
reclusive – his health deteriorating in terms of lung function, liver
function with just a flavour of peripheral vascular disease. His children,
whilst supportive of him, made significant donations to the #StTwitters Trust
Fund C/O the Efficiency Office #effoff to ensure his future care and hygiene.
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EN Cheryl ....she really was #theonlyENinthevillage @Cherylwilson2
 
EN Cheryl prided herself
on being the only Enrolled Nurse at the world famous Hospital that is, St
Twitters!
EN Cheryl had many years
of experience when she found herself in receipt of a letter with the infamous
#StTweeters Trust letterhead offering her a full time post on Nest Ward!
En Cheryl, although rather
confused, at the letter, as she had never actually applied for a post or
attended interview , gave immediate resignation, polished her prize Bronze
Buckle, packed her highly trendy trundle case and headed for the train
station!
Once aboard the train from
the rather mysterious Twitter Platform she found a seat and settled with the latest
edition of Nurses Weekly! The "Cover Girl" this week was someone EN
Cheryl had aspirations of becoming at some point in her future career. The
model was a picture of calm and collection and even more striking was the
much longed for, and up to the minute fashion item she wore with such style,
the Laura Ashley Blouse! This was the one and only "Matron of St
Twitters"! EN Cheryl smiled as she caught up with Matrons Story, and she
was duly inspired to work hard to even be noticed by such a Nursing Icon who
appeared timeless and full of knowledge and know how!
Reading completed EN
Cheryl indulged in a cup of tea served from a china cup, how perfectly
marvellous She remembered part of the St Twitters motto ..... “Excellence in
Care” , even for the Staff it appeared . She caught the eye of another
passenger, EN Cheryl wasn't quite sure what this person was doing really, she
appeared to be busy with a sort of modern version of the typewriter but
seemed friendly as she immediately smiled and said hello ! She introduced herself as SN Chinn @agencynurse,
she was going back to St Twitters following attending something EN Cheryl had
never heard of before...." a Tweet up " ! EN Cheryl really liked SN
Chinn who was also based on Nest Ward and said she would show her the ropes,
the biscuit stash and most importantly the sluice! SN Chinn was amazed with EN Cheryl swishy
cape so they made a deal that if they worked opposite shifts they would share
it.
EN Cheryl reported duly to
Matrons office on arrival! She very much wanted her autograph for her Nurses
Weekly but was so in awe once in her presence and blinded by the whiteness of
her Laura Ashley blouse, the thought was lost. EN Cheryl knew from that
moment on she fully intended to make Matron at St Twitters no matter how long
it would take!
EN Cheryl was told quite
clearly she would work under Sister and the Staff Nurses, SN Chinn and SN
Sally @nursemaiden ( who had tights to die for from Marks and Sparkles) and
occasionally SN Gareth @Bartontd, who like EN Cheryl , was
Welsh....#cymruambyth !! They always worked together, however, when the Rugby
was on and lapsed into cymraeg especially when they wanted to swap shifts and
mess up the off duty :)
EN Cheryl was quite
content to be the patients nurse and the fact she "would never be in
charge as an EN" was great ! It meant she was able to pop off down the
lab or the Admin Offices on errands! Luckily for EN Cheryl A& E was en
route to everywhere as she "took a fancy" to the wonderfully
talented, and very handsome, Dr Nick!
EN Cheryl could on
occasion be found having an illegal try of Matrons chair......!
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OOOOH Matron! Who would have guessed!
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