This guest blog comes from some thoughts written down by one of our senior nurses during the week she retired. Jo Richmond spent nearly 45 years in the NHS, in a variety of roles as you will read. The last 11 of these were with us at Heart of England as a member of our corporate nursing team. She sent them to colleagues, for interest, and it was my suggestion to publish. I hope you find her reflections interesting
There I was on the steps of the Nurses Home – Chelsea Court, Chelsea Embankment, London 1969 – wearing thigh length white PVC boots and purple maxi skirt!!! The Home Sister said “Good morning Nurse Treasure” (yes that was my maiden name!) and so began a career that has spanned nearly 45 years.
In those days, in London, we got paid £7 7s and 3d for two weeks, this included all our meals and accommodation and transport to and from work. We worked a 44 hour week had our meals in the Nurses Dining Room overlooking the Houses of Parliament – bacon and eggs, hot toast and lashings of real butter and marmalade for breakfast!
Introductory Course (12 weeks) started the day we arrived, making beds. I still use hospital corners and have my pillow ends facing away from the door – do you know this was left over from the Crimea? Animals would crawl up the sheets if they were left flapping and birds and insects would fly in through the tent doors and lodge in the pillows if the openings were towards the door!
We learned to make our extraordinary frilly ‘butterfly’ hats, roll bandages, learn about a healthy diet, how to maintain a sterile field and prepare a trolley. IV fluids and blood were dispensed in glass bottles (polythene IV bags only began to be introduced during the Vietnam War when it was impossible to drop glass bottles from the helicopters).
When people talk about the ‘good old days’ I can tell you it wasn’t all that good, but we did have fun and it was a true vocation. We lived and breathed nursing 24/7.
In the early 70s, it wasn’t uncommon for a 3rd year student nurse and a couple of 1st year students to be in charge of a Ward of 34 patients at night. All under the beady eye of Night Sister who needed to know the name, age, religion and diagnosis of every patient each night. We had to make the patients’ breakfasts, have you ever boiled 34 eggs? No handling and moving equipment for us – it was the ‘Australian’ lift – the patient’s sweaty armpit smell on your shoulder for the rest of the day!
We used a frightening array of lotions on patients – all of which are now banned! –Lotio Plumbi (Lead and Opium), Lotio Rubra (Zinc Sulphate) and Eusol (Chlorinated Lime and Boric Acid) to name but a few, Paraldehyde in glass syringes for very confused/aggressive patients!! AAAAArrggghhh – those poor patients. Night sedation was Mandrax, Butobarbitone, Mogadon etc (well it was the swinging sixties!). Temazepam became popular during the Falklands War when helicopter pilots needed to get to sleep quickly but also be alert when they woke up. We sterilised our instruments in formaldehyde. We put huge mittens on patients to stop them pulling out their IVIs. It’s amazing that they and I survived at all.
First year students lived in the sluice, cleaning stainless steel bedpans, filling huge rubber water pillows for pressure relief. We got severely reprimanded if our uniforms were more than 3” above our knee! We changed our aprons each day after we had finished making beds – no plastic aprons or disposable gloves in those days! Infections such as gas gangrene and streptococcus were common. We were using Methicillin when we heard that Methicillin Resistant Staph Aureus had been identified (MRSA). No IV injections, except in ITU – everything was IM (intramuscular). Four strengths of Insulin – all doses had to be carefully calculated.
I nursed polio cases in iron lungs – full nursing care for them and not a pressure sore to be seen. Mental Health patients were locked away in asylums. If you were a patient aged 65 or over you were ‘geriatric’ and very little treatment was offered. Waiting lists for hip replacements were 4 or 5 years. Consultant rounds were no more than twice a week.
Relatives could only get a ‘condition check’ from switchboard. Every night we filled in a status form for the switch board and patients were categorised as ‘Satisfactory, Poorly, or Critical’.
Only the TPR, Fluid Balance and Medication charts needed to be completed (as well as the beds, bowels, weights, cleaning and baths books!). The Nursing Kardex for each patient was our documentation and it told the story of that patients stay very successfully – I often wish we had them back!
Social life was amazing – we were all 18 years old, away from home for the first time, living a stone’s throw from the King’s Road in the ‘Swinging Sixties’. Medical students were smuggled into the Nurses Home, and hidden in wardrobes if Home Sister was on the prowl. We’d climb in windows if we were late for our 11pm curfew. The Sister Tutor taught us to keep away from the iron railings on buildings in case someone jumped out and attacked us, she explained that a strong kick in the groin would render an attacker immobile and always to walk with your key ready to poke in an attackers eyes! Fortunately none of this advice was ever needed! Lucky, because we hitch hiked to home and to parties in Cambridge and Reading etc.
Over the years I have completed my RGN – 2 x 3 hour exams and a ‘practical’ session held in the classroom where we could be asked to lay up any one of 100 trolleys for a procedure, followed by a hospital exam and viva if we were to get the coveted ‘Hospital Badge’. I completed my ITU Certificate in a purpose built ITU unit. Only to come to Coventry 2 years later and find that ventilated patients were being nursed in the open wards – it wasn’t until 1977 that Coventry got its first Intensive care Unit. My Nursing Studies degree wasn’t completed until 2000.
I have been Ward Sister on:
- Coronary Care Unit (guaranteed 7 day stay if you survived a heart attack).
- Acute medical admissions unit
- Cardio- Thoracic Unit – no angiograms or stents in those days!
- Orthopaedic ITU with 2 patients per Nurse (Total Hip Replacement patients spent 2 days in ITU and then 2 weeks in hospital).
- I’ve had a secondment to the Department of Health, working on Essence of Care and facilitating the production of the Environment, Communication and Pain Management benchmarks. I have been a Practice Development Nurse, NVQ trainer and Assessor and Standards and Quality Facilitator – (what on earth was that!).
I was Secretary for our RCN Branch and led the ‘Pay not Peanuts Campaign’ in Coventry Precinct in the 70’s – some things never change!
I have friendships that span all those decades – I will be meeting up with my ‘69’ set in September when about 25 of the original 33 will gather in the Isle of Wight for a ‘do you remember’ and ‘oh you haven’t changed a bit’ weekend to celebrate our Sapphire Anniversary.
I came to Heartlands in June 2003 and have always strived to make life better for patients. It’s tough in the NHS these days as everyone’s expectation is so high, the press seem to be leading a vendetta against us all the time, making comments about the government of day not realising that has a direct effect for all the NHS. I am still proud to be a Nurse as there are so many true professionals who have changed things for the better. I have learned something every single day and never fail to marvel at the lengths some staff will go to for our patients. Throughout my career there have always been outstanding role models who I have tried to emulate in a small way. It doesn’t cost anything to smile and be pleasant to patients, staff and colleagues. Always I imagine what sort of care would I want for my family and that is what I try to deliver.
Thank you to everyone for all your help and support, good luck in the future.
Once a Nurse – Always a Nurse
Susan Halpin nee Stevens
My earliest memory from 1956 when I started my training at The Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital, Stanmore was pulling beds away from the walls, throwing down damp tealeaves and sweeping up the dust. Our pay in those days was less than £10 a month but we had great fun making our own entertainment. I can recall my first 45 record – Paul Anka singing Diana. We played it to death.
Daniel
One thing that stands out most from such a wonderful reflection is the power of a smile and treating others how we would want to be treated. Especially at a time of high expectation in health care . I too have come across nurses who have gone beyond the call of duty , beyond ticking the metaphorical box . Role models whose values have had a positive impact on people’s lives and have shaped my own practice. Thank you for your story Jo
Anne White
What fabulous memories! I started my training in 1987 as a mature student at the ripe old age of 20. I was the oldest in my set and already married so didn’t have the experience of ‘livng in’.
Many of the practices you describe were still familiar then. I recall making kaolin poltices by spreading the delicious smelling paste out of a rusty tin with a kitchen knife onto cut up sections of bed sheet. We would carefully fold this into a neat parcel and warm it up between two saucepan lids over a pan of boiling warter before applying to the inflamed IV site.
Then there was the special spoon set aside for preparing a tinc benz inhaler because the tar-like liquid could never quite be washed off.
I could go on but suffice to say, your blog has rekindled many amazing memories that helped shape the happy nurse I am today.
Bernadette Mitchell
This has evoked so many memories of my early nurse training back in 1979. Have a wonderful retirement – you’ve earned it –
Shingairai Chirisa
Well done worked hard and I agree with you that the media seem to havem a vendetta for our profession . Have a good retirement you deserve a good rest .
Janet Woods
excellently told stories of the good old days of nursing. I didn’t start my training until 1982 and have recently retired early at 55. The politicising of the NHS is so demeaning to our ethos of the patient being the most important person in the hospital. I too have very fond memories of my time in our local hospital in Blackburn, Lancashire. Sadly those times are gone and I fear never to return. The NHS WILL die soon and unfortunately this government has a DNAR statement written all over it.
Margaret MacLachlan
Dear Jo, what a wonderful blog, prompting my memories of training at Q.E.School of nursing from 1963. Wonderful to be back working in N.H.S. as Chaplain now, but not sure that all the changes are good ones, oh for the days of uniforms and just one Matron.
We didn’t much like the curfews when forced to “live in” for the first 2 years, that didn’t sit well with lively young ladies.
There are 14 of us, out of the original 61, who still meet up once a year for lunch in town.
Last year we made a great effort to meet with as many as possible as it was our 50th year, and we were treated to lunch, and a tour of the new Q.E, WOW what a huge place it is now.
The memories and laughter ring out, and also the sad times are remembered.I once had the privilege of nursing the author Dennis Potter
at the General.
Xmas was exciting with the consultants and nurses (capes turned inside out to show the red linings) going round the wards and singing Christmas carols for the patients.
Ah, happy days, but how I enjoy being back in this working environment again.
Enjoy your retirement, but health warning:- LIFE GETS BUSY.
God bless, Margaret
Stephanie Morton
Thanks Jo,
I started in 1975 as a Cadet nurse and too remember the hard work long hours, but how we partied.Yes, it wasn’t all good in the day but one would know the name of every member of staff.Nursing truly is a vocation and we should embrace our profession.
Good luck in your retirement.
claire
thoroughly enjoyed reading this blog a real insight thank you for taking the time to write it both informative and amusing. Wishing you well in your retirement.
Gillian Waterhouse
OMG – I have such memories of those early years of nurse and midwifery training in Bristol. My first initiaitioni to nursing was the 3 month PTS, then first ward on childrens. I was told by the ward sister not to bother to do my Paeds training as I was too emotional – cried in front of parents when their 2 year old Charlie died. So I did not do Paeds!!. Loved nursing my patients especially the elderly as was fascinated to hear their life stories. I loved midwifery – oh the sheer privelelge to bring in a newborn into the world. Nursng in those days was hard, long hours but so rewarding. Social life was a whirl – I managed to scale up three floors via bedsheets tied together as missed my late pass into the nurses home as a first year student. Not sure how I survived and all of this was in black PVC boots wiht a mini dress!!Defining moments to cherish. Thank you Jo for a wonderful account of your nursing life.
Robert Saunders
Thank you Jo for your hard work over the years and positive attitude!
Vivien Burton
I started on the 1st January 1973 and how well I remember, learning hopsital corners etc, I to still have my pillowcase openings away form the door.
The terror of Night sister, who didn’t wnat to hear ‘I have been on my nights off’, you still had to know all about every patient.
As Jo says, it wasn’t all good but we did learn good basic nursing care, something which stays with you for ever
DOREEN ROBINSON
Brilliant!!! I started a Cadet Nurse at the old East Birmingham Hospital (BHH) in 1968,(and still going strong) marvellous, hard work, yes 44 hr week yes, pay, less than £5 a week but oh we learned well, and what respect there was for our seniors, we would stand up when Matron came to the dining room and of course respect for each other, there is not that now, weel done Jo, and happy retirement
Sue Sheridan (nee Norman)
Jo – much enjoyed reading your blog. Please would you consider publishing in the Nightingale Fellowship journal as you are a member! Best wishes for happy freedom from work. Sue Sheridan, President, Nightingale Fellowship.
Amanda Bodenham
I remember those early days well – 9 years later for me but oh so similar! I had forgotten about glass IV infusion bottles but have never forgotton the 2/52 in bed following total hip replacement – with legs abducted and a ”Charnley’ pillow between them. Most surgical patients didn’t go home until their sutures were taken out. The fittest of those on the ward would do the morning tea round – then when he/she went home it would be the next fittest would take over! Happy days!