Helsenorge styrt av hva?

Siste nytt på helsenorges omorganiseringsfront er at et av Norges ledende sykehus innen hjertekirurgi nå skal legges ned, og at pasientene skal sendes til utlandet. Hvorfor? Jo, fordi Rikshospitalet skal spare et visst antall millioner kroner pålagt av Sylvia Brustad.

Dette er fakta: Hjertesenteret i Oslo er en del av Rikshospitalet. Hjertesenteret i Oslo har i flere år gått med økonomisk overskudd blandt annet på grunn av den måten driften er lagt opp på.

Jeg er selv ansatt på Hjertesenteret i Oslo. Vi opererer ca. 650 hjertepasienter hvert år, stort sett alle er svært fornøyde med den behandlingen de får hos oss. Jeg overhørte en pasient si at "Her på Hjertesenteret er vi ikke pasienter. Vi er mennesker som blir tatt hånd om av dyktige og kvalifiserte sykepleiere og leger. De bryr seg om meg!"

Men nå skal det jaggu bli en slutt på dette! Helseministerens krav får ringvirkninger som kan ramme deg! For blir du eller din nærmeste hjertesyk, så kan du risikere å måtte reise til utlandet for å opereres. Du erindrer kanskje hjertebroen som ble opprettet en gang på slutten av åttitallet?? Jo, Hjertesenteret i Oslo ble startet for å slippe å skulle sende deg eller din nærmeste til utlandet for å bli frisk. Det er jo mye lurere å få ekspertbehandling her hjemme? Hvor man skjønner hva som blir sagt, hvor pårørende lett kan komme på besøk!? Direktøren på Rikshospitalet er kanskje satt i en kinkig økonomisk posisjon. Men kan han spare penger på å legge ned en avdeling som går med overskudd? Er det til det beste for Norges hjertepasienter å sende dem til utlandet igjen?? Er det økonomisk da?? Er det økonomisk å skulle bruke millioner av helsekroner på konsulenter og omorganisering når man har et økonomisk overskudd? Forklar meg det den som kan!

Sant. Det er kanskje noen steder man kan effektivisere og spare inn penger. Men er helsesektoren stedet for effektivisering? Når du blir syk, hva vil du? Vil du rushes igjennom et standard system så fort som mulig som kanskje ikke klarer å fange opp dine særegne behov, eller vil du ha den behandlingen som er 100% rett for deg? Jeg vet hva jeg ville ha valgt.

Det er ikke så lett å være sykepleier i dagens helsenorge. Jeg ser at enkelte pasienter har spesielle behov og kjenner at jeg gjerne vil imøtekomme disse. Men hvor skal jeg få tiden fra? Det blir kuttet ned på sykepleiere over alt. Vi skal i tillegg til å ta oss av pasienter være lagerarbeidere, sterilsentral, maskinovervåkere (diverse vaskemaskiner og autoklaver) og vaskehjelper. Vi skal bestille varer over et datasystem som er overarbeidet og på lavgir hele dagen. Dette tar enormt med tid. Tid vi i utgangspunktet skulle gitt til deg som pasient. Nå har vi ikke tid til deg lenger. Vi skal nemlig spare penger. Og når vakta er over er vi så frustrert over at vi ikke har fått gjort det arbeidet vi utdannet oss til at vi lurer på om vi rett og slett skal slutte. Da vil i allefall Direktøren spare de lønnsutgiftene! Pasientene?? Veeel... de har vel noen pårørende som kan stikke innom og hjelpe dem?? Eller...??

-Observatøren

Longing

Longing...

I have a warm sensation in me.
I cannot define where it sits.

It's under my skin, waiting for your touch, undefinable.

It's in my stomach like an ache, but nowhere to be found there.

It's in my feet, wanting to take me somewhere, but it doesn't know where to walk.

It's in my hands, writing these words on the keyboard... hoping to reach the eyes and ears of the receiver.

It's a burning in my heart. A fire that threatens to blow me away. A longing to be kind to this special person. A need to kiss. To caress. To hold and to spoil. A longing to feel every millimeter of his skin under my touch. To sense each shiver. Each difference in temperature. Every single hair. To breath in the air that you just breathed out. To smell the mix of showergel, deodorant, shampoo, aftershave and bodyodour. To taste your last sip of wine on your lips. Your firm lips which gently answers my soft kiss. The slight chill of your tongue playing with mine after the same sip of wine. Your hands that holds me gently but firm. The unsaid words of belonging to eachother.

My love, I long for your touch

I wish - a poem I wrote a few years back

I wish you would open your heart to me
and tell me about the things I see
that weights so heavily in your eyes
and that you so eagerly try to disguise

I wish you'd be more romantic at heart
and try to discover the beautiful art
that romantic power extinguish my fears,
frustrations, confusions and even my tears

I wish you would tell me what's on your mind
your secrets, experiences and what else I might find.
I wish you would show me what's truly you
it surely would end my feelings of blue

I wish I could tell what my mind conceal
my inner emotions and what I feel
That if you were gone to another coast
I wouldn't know what I really had lost

I wish you will love me, not only in words
but with caring and touching and colorful birds
with kissing and telling and beautiful flowers
sharing your life within loves strongest powers

You could make me the happiest woman on earth
when you show to the world how much I am worth
I promise you won't feel regrets in the end
our pure love survives and will hopefully mend
each trial and problem we meet on our way
at least that's what I ask for and pray.

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I wrote this poem while living in Bali in 2001. I guess me and my boyfriend didn't communicate quite well...!! I showed it to him... but nothing changed. I had hoped that this poem would help him see what our problem was... but perhaps I wasn't clear enough.

I just found this poem yesterday when I was going through some old notebooks!

My latest productions...

When Summer reaches out to touch your Heart

When Summer reaches out to touch your heart
the icicles from the past are earnest to melt away.
Let past be past
Let now be a wonderful gift you give to yourself
Believe in the good things people say about you
Feel that you are alive, and that it doesn't matter
what other people say about you
What matters is HERE
is NOW
is PRESENSE

Womens LiberationDay

Today, the 8th of March, Womens Liberation Day.
Why is it that of all days in the year, only one day of the year there is focus on gender differences on subjects like same salary for the same kind of work, no matter if you're a male or a female. Why is it that for as long as I can remember, this has been a subject of discussion on womens liberation day? Why is it that during 364 days of the year, we seem to forget this difference?? I don't get it... It shouldn't be a subject at all.

Apart from having these thoughts today, it's been a wonderful day! All winter it's been dark and wet and cold and terribly depressing. But today, the sun has been shining, and it must have been at least 15 degrees celcius in the sun. On my way home from work today, I just HAD to walk down to the city center. I must have been smiling all the way, because wherever I turned my face, people was smiling back at me! Outside Hard Rock Café there is a sofa. And when I walked past, the sun was shining on the sofa, and practically inviting me to sit down. So I did. Sitting there in the sun, smiling with my winterpale face turned towards the warming sun. After a while, a guy sat down next to me. He went inside to buy something to drink, and asked me to look after his rucksack for him. So I did. I had never seen the guy before, and still he entrusted me to look after his belongings. (I overheard a comment from behind that this would never have happened in the US. I wouldn't know, since I've never been to America, but it doesn't surprise me if it's true.) The next thing, I'm busy chatting with this guy, who is very openminded and philosophical. He finishes his beer, and is about to go in for another one, when he asks me if I'd like one aswell. Of course I says thank you, and yes...! When he returns we keep talking about practically anything. Then the sun disappears behind a building and we feel the chill in the air again. He says he has to go home to his girlfriend. We thank eachother for a very fine afternoon, and walk into each our lives again. I stroll down the street of Karl Johan and I find myself feeling totally happy! It's a wonderful day!! I have no obligations and can do exactly what I want. I'm totally free and love it!

Thank you for a wonderful day!
I'm so lucky to be alive and conscious enough to appreciate it!

Waiting

When I wake up in the night, I'm waiting for the morning to come, so that I can go to work.

When I get up in the morning, I wait for the time to be right so that I will catch the right subway and bus to get to work.

When I get to work, I spend most of the time there waiting for my working hours to be finished so I can get out.

When I get out, I wait for the time to be right to go to the gym.

When I'm at the gym, time flies... and I enjoy the feeling of the warm water in the shower wash over my sweaty body after a good exercise.

Then I go home.

I wait for the dinner to get ready...

I eat

I read, watch tv or surfe the internet while I wait for the time to be right to go to bed.

I go to bed reasonably early to be rested for a new day at work.

I wait for the days to pass, so that I can enjoy the weekends...

I wait for the weeks to pass, so that I can enjoy summer

I wait for the years to pass so that I can enjoy my retirement and do whatever I want to do (travel... :-))

I wait for death...

What is the point??

I'm waiting my life away...!!

I don't want to wait any longer...

I want to live right NOW