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Today I’ve had a right laugh playing games on the ward with the nurses. In the week when the nurses have had a bit of downtime we’ve been playing Dobble, which apparently became a ward favourite during lockdown. Yesterday afternoon there was me, 3 nurses and the Deputy ward sister all sat playing and it was hilarious. If you’ve never played Dobble it’s a really simple premise but is fast paced and very competitive. I reckon it would be even better after a few sherbets!


While we were playing yesterday somehow Uno got brought up and I was amazed that none of the nurses knew how to play. So when Hubby came in today with my clean pjs I got him to bring our Uno cards in so I could teach them. Meal times on the ward are ‘protected times’ meaning that patients should be left alone and not have drs and nurses coming in and out so they can eat in peace so it meant that the nurses had a bit of time on their hands. Out came the Uno cards and after a few practice rounds it all got a bit competitive! I haven’t laughed so much in ages. 


Some people might say that the nurses shouldn’t be sat around playing card games (and trust me, most of the time they’re not- they’re usually running round like blue arsed flies!) but I say that nursing comes in many forms. Sitting playing Uno and Dobble they have nursed me mentally and cheered me up no end. Surely that’s just as valuable as the antibiotics they’re administering?

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