Chores, Mental Health Training, Cod and Chorizo

Yep.. today was chores day, although it almost wasn’t, having had just less than 6 hours sleep and finally dragging myself out of bed at 10.10am with a headache and a growling stomach. Easing the growling also eased the headache, and I ventured forth to fight off dust bunnies and towel lint and stray hairs, usually mine, that somehow seem to end up stuck to the stair carpet. Luckily they’re easy to spot due to the glittering… 😉

I hit the shower and woke my brain up finally, just in time for Bear to return home after his morning training. He teaches what’s called aggression training, which involves learning how to not show fear when confronted with an aggressive patient, alternative ways to handle aggression in patients, communicating calmly but firmly with an aggressive person so that they are fully aware of who’s in charge, but are not threatened by the knowledge, and interacting with an ‘aggressive’ person so that you learn to calm your own instincts to be aggressive back and stay in control at all times.

He also teaches Mental Health First Aid training, which teaches people to understand and identify mental health issues and substance use and respond in a way that’s helpful and guide a sufferer/user to the right kind of help. Impressive stuff. It explains why he’s so good at his job. For the past 3 years he’s been studying practical Nursing at college, so that he can do more than just basic First Aid at work and is capable and qualified to deal with any health issue that arises.

As my mother said the first time she met him, “good to know my daughter’s in the right hands…” 😮 Thanks Mum.! She’s always said I needed a therapist, what she doesn’t seem to grasp is that I need one because of her. :[ 😀 Anyway, tonight is cod and chorizo with cannellini beans.. a hint of Spain and a lot of red peppers.. The quiche btw is delicious… next time I’ll use store bought pastry and a deeper dish though.

Adiós por ahora

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