They kept vanishing into the glassy ice. I was fascinated on this first-ever voyage, on a ship of aliens, most babbling in foreign languages, though I doubt I would have cared at that time, as I was only eight years old, and on an adventure.
I started nursing on 22nd February 1971.
Why do I remember this? Who knows, but I know it must be so important that without my mind retaining this critical information, life on Earth will cease to have meaning!
I spent my years at Lidcombe trying to set my own reputation for excellence and the only way was to keep learning. It wasn’t that hard, simply by reading more, and working longer hours.
I began nursing in 1971, actually talked out of a Qantas pilot cadetship by my mother (a nurse at Lidcombe Hospital) who said, why not come and work here ( Lidcombe Hospital) as a nurse! My (then) first opinion to her was : “what? I’m not queer!”