Thursday, 30 April 2015

A LIFE CV - AND A NOTABLE DAY - 1-5-15 THE 1ST OF MAY 2015

A LIFE CV

AND A NOTABLE DAY

1-5-15 THE 1ST OF MAY 2015

LIFE = IT'S A JOURNEY

NOT A DESTINATION

0 Years - 1956 Born - Lagos Nigeria



18 Years - 1974 - North London Comprehensive - Leaving School (with limited Academic Success)

19 Years - 1975 - West London, Employed Beecham Products - Lab Technician

22 Years - 1978 - Barman - Isaac Newton Pub, St Johns Wood, London

23 Years - 1979 - Hospital Porter - St Mary's Hospital, Paddington. London.

24 Years - 1980 - Student Nurse, Normanby College, Kings College Hospital, London
A Wife

27 Years - 1983 - Staff Nurse, David Ferrier Ward, Kings College Hospital, London.

A Father


28 Years - 1984 - Staff Nurse, Intensive Care, Kings College Hospital, London.

30 Years - 1986 - Staff Nurse, Glangwilli Intensive Care Unit, Carmarthen.

31 Years - 1987 - Staff Nurse - Morriston Hospital Intensive Care Unit, Swansea.

32 Years - 1988 - Unqualified Nurse Tutor, West Glamorgan School of Nursing and Midwifery

35 Years - 1991 - Registered Nurse Tutor, West Wales College of Nursing and Midwifery - Bachelor of Education

40 Years - 1996 - Master of Philosophy

49 Years - 2005 - PhD
51 Years - 2007 - Head of Nursing - College of Human and Health Sciences, Swansea University

1st May 2015 - Retired Associate Professor of Nursing

A FATHER
A GRANDFATHER

BLESSED

SO MUCH MORE TO DO.......


Tuesday, 14 April 2015

TUESDAY APRIL 14th 2015


TUESDAY APRIL 14th 2015
JUST ANOTHER (EXTRAORDINARY) DAY!


You've heard of the three ages of man: Youth, middle age, and you're looking wonderful." 

On this day the sun rose as usual, and I climbed out of my bed in my 3 bed-roomed semi-detached in an affluent suburb of Swansea.  I have not always lived in this house, but it is the longest I have lived in any one house in my life - 27 years.

Prior to my life in this house,  I had a colourful complex life that is documented in detail elsewhere:


But Nevertheless - In Brief....

I was born in Nigeria, raised and schooled (somewhat eccentrically) in London. 



I worked in Industry.



I worked as a Barman. 



I worked as a Hospital Porter.

And then in 1980, at the age of 24 I went to train as a Nurse at Kings College Hospital in London. There I met my wife Janet. And then a 35 year story began. 

We worked in Kings and had our 1st son - Tom. 

New Nightingales - A Student Nurse's Diary 1980 - 1983

I specialised in Intensive Care Nursing. 

We moved to Wales, Carmarthen  and Morriston - ITU.

 A second son - Sam. 

And then in 1988 we moved to Swansea, and to the house that I woke up in this morning. 

Then there was another son - Robert. 



I got a job as a Nurse Tutor in the School of Nursing.

I did a Degree in Education at Cardiff University.

And then I did an MPhil.

And I managed and coordinated an MSc in Advanced Practice.

And then I did a PhD.


And then I became the Head of the Department of Nursing.

And then - My sons grew up - and I am now a Grandfather.

So - to the Point --- 

On Tuesday 14th April 2015 I dressed, grey trousers, shirt and tie. I took the Car from my house to Swansea University Campus - a short 20 minute drive. I parked, and took a short walk to the Glyndwr Building, 2nd Floor room 219. My office - usually flamboyant and garish, was oddly bare. 

I took my Sweetie Jar full of cheap boiled sweets, and I walked to corridors, and offered familiar names and faces a "Sweetie". There were the usual conversations and predictable gossip. 

There were classrooms burgeoning with young hopefuls. Tomorrows Nurses, Paramedics and Midwives - so full of optimism. There was the hustle, bustle and politics of a busy University. 

Then I locked my Office Door..... I walked down the corridor like I had a thousand times before - but this time - for the last time....

I turned and looked over my shoulder - and there stretched a vivid history. 

So many faces, so many events, disasters and triumphs. 

Thousands upon thousands of patients, students, teachers and colleagues looked back at me. 

From a time before computers, mobile phones, email, the internet, social media, Facebook, Twitter, Google - through to the present day - they all looked back at me through that long tunnel of memories that was my career, my life, they waved, smiled, and wished me well all in their own way. 





I waved back 
#DAVEWAVE

It was the start of the next Chapter.

I drove home to the house where I raised my family.

It was a lovely day. A strange day. A reflective day.

The Day

I RETIRED!

"Retirement is wonderful. It's doing nothing without worrying about getting caught at it." 










Monday, 13 April 2015

The Final Email......

THE COLLEGE OF HUMAN AND HEALTH SCIENCE
SWANSEA UNIVERSITY

MY FINAL "RETIREMENT" EMAIL
TO ALL THE STAFF
MONDAY 13-4-15

AND THANK YOU FOR THE LOVELY REPLIES!
------------------------

Dear All

I have read so many "Final" Emails over the years. It is consequently incredibly strange to be writing my own "Final Farewell Email". I trust you will indulge my "final" rantings - I am sure you would not expect anything less of me......

Email, in my opinion, is a very mean, shallow and depersonalized means of communication. It is a poor second to actually talking to people face to face. In reality I would like to "say" the the content of this message to you all personally, face to face - not by an impersonal "electronic" Email. It has been the nature of my career as a Nurse that interpersonal "one to one" communication has been crucial, fundamental and essential to quality human experience.  If you "Do Not Want a Reply" then don't send it in the 1st place!!!! But however, I grudgingly accept that Email has a place I suppose in aspects of mass communication, as long as you don't use it to say things to many people you are too weak or frightened to say to someone face to face in person.  

I digress. This is my last "Email" in the CHHS - after what I can only imagine is 10s, maybe 100s of thousands of Emails. As I said - indulge me (the Principle Editor of the Almanac) just a little. Firstly I have been approached by so many of you over the last few weeks  and have had some very kind and nice things said to me by friends, peers, enemy's, academics, support staff - and  and by some inspiring future leaders. Thank you - this has meant so much me. Most touchingly were those student nurses and qualified nurses of all ranks who have individually and collectively sought me out to say thank you and wish me well after what has been a long, diverse and colorful career. 

This has been a long journey for me - from a Student Nurse in South London to a retiring Senior Nurse Educator at Swansea University. There have been many milestones along the way - and this is just another one of those milestones. I set out on my journey (my career as a Nurse) as a single, rebellious and flippant young man, I am now a grandfather, and still I am pleased to think perhaps a tad rebellious, flippant and alternative. I admit without apology that I have never really been one for rules, regulations and conformity. 

I have said previously that during my career in the University I always viewed myself as a Nurse first and foremost, and as an academic only as an afterthought. For me, being a NURSE was one of my greatest achievements, and educating the next generation of NURSES one of my greatest responsibilities. I always believed that nursing had provided me with a unique life experience that allowed me to maintain a sensible perspective even in the most adverse situation. When the world of the University with all its bureaucracy, corporate aspiration and regulation sometimes seemed to come crashing  down around me, I looked back and thought of all the patients who I had cared for, all those who lived, and all those who didn't. 

My sense of humour has been, I would like to think, a blessing rather than burden. I suspect some would disagree, but I have always felt that Nursing lends itself to finding the silver lining even in the most difficult and tragic of life's events. And thus, I am enormously grateful to all those who have laughed with me along the way - as laughter is the most powerful medicine.  If I can impart any advice to the next generation of Nurse Educators it is one of three things:

Firstly - When your the Teacher - The Students are ALWAYS the Enemy!

Secondly - never take yourself too seriously, and to always laugh at your misfortunes as a Nurse Teacher and / or Academic, because these events are invariably not life threatening.... 

Thirdly - those who have known my office, with its multitude of quotations that used to be on its walls will recognize the following. "The reason that University Politics is SO vicious, is precisely because the stakes are SO small" Henry Kissinger. KEEP PERSPECTIVE! Always remember that not 200 yards from the CHHS offices there is a hospital where people are fighting for, and sometimes losing their lives, every day. 

In 1980, in a small rather shabby bedsit in South London, I sat as a brand new student nurse, holding a sheet of paper handed to me by my Nurse Teachers. It was a poem. It inspired me to the point of tears, and it has driven and inspired me for 35 years ever since. It defines my raison d'etre as a Nurse. When I questioned why I was going to work, why I was teaching young people to Nurse - I turned to it. I hope it inspires you to. It is why we, you, ALL OF YOU, regardless of your role in the CHHS, carry a responsibility for the next generation of Nurses and Healthcare Professionals. Never forget - it could be your Mother, Father, Husband, Wife, Child being cared for by a Nurse. 

To the Student Nurses of the CHHS - Never be too Posh to Wash or too Clever to Care. Instead be Well Educated, Compassionate, Caring Nurses. I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT.....

GO TO


I wish you all well - I will miss most of you very much, and just a few of you just a little, and a tiny minority not at all. More then anything I will miss the Students, who are the future (despite being also the enemy!!!)  - and the reason that the CHHS exists. Forget the REF, forget the KPIs, forget the PDRs, forget all the Corporate Bullshit. Remember that a good Education should be painful and take you out of your Comfort Zone. Personally I don't give a damn whether the student has a good experience - as long as they become good nurses.... 

NOW - Imagine you're sick, frightened, and a Nurse holds your hand and says "don't be scared - I am here for you". You all made that possible - well done the CHHS.... Look to the future and to what really matters....

However, the Editors of the Almanac must now move unapologetically on, and pass the "Baton" to the next generation. The two of us are joining hands, stepping into our Mobile Home, and driving to a new future with our Grandchildren at our side and with a sense of great measured optimism. From this day forward every day is Saturday Morning :o)  

Dr Thomas David Barton PhD, M.Phil, B.Ed, Dip.N


Ta Ta for Now

Dave


Dr. T.D. Barton - PhD, M.Phil, B.Ed, Dip.N, RGN, RNT.
Associate Professor - Nursing / Director of Special Projects
Athro Cyswllt – Nyrsio/Cyfarwyddwr Prosiectau Allweddol
College of Human and Health Sciences / Coleg y Gwyddorau Dynol ac Iechyd
Swansea University / Prifysgol Abertawe
Singleton Park, SWANSEA, SA2 8PP