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Florence Horsman Hogan

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Cutbacks bode ill for patients

http://www.independent.ie/national-news/cutbacks-bode-ill-for-patients-1720325.html

http://www.independent.ie/opinion/analysis/scrubs-on-and-into-the-war-zone-for-yet-another-bloody-night-at-casualty-126326.html

http://www.independent.ie/opinion/editorial/nurses-view-gps-should-be-doing-more-to-ease-pressure-in-our-hospitals-98093.html
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Florence Horsman Hogan

Born and reared in Co. Galway, brought up in the farming life. Industrial school, primary school, Boarding school and nurse training. Now all grown up and enjoying motherhood and media writing. Everyone's opinion counts -so on the basis that if I don't give mine - sure as hell no one else will. Here's some opinion pieces for comment. Most of present and past day Irish life in representated. I have been involved in the Industrial Schools abuse issues, but won't be using this blog to address them. They've been more than represented in other forums.

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I was born in a small Irish village, Co. Galway back in 1963. There were no siblings. My first few years were spent in an Industrial School. My parents were both from 'good stock' as they say. She the youngest daughter of a Catholic farmer, he the oldest son of a Church of Ireland landowner. However, fortunes weren't to favour them-he had a wee bit of alcoholisim, and she had a wee bit of mental illness. He knew he'd not get a scrap of land if they married, but true love and all that. 'Romeo' and 'Juliet' aka Jack and Dympna tied the knot in unholy charmony, and all of our fates were sealed. Wasn't the most ideal upbringing, but it wasn't the worst either. I grew up in the day's of hay turning, butter churning and cow milking on my cousins farms. Even though my father didn't own the land, I still had a strong enough tie to farming life to have loved everything about it. Driving a tractor at full speed past the local sargents house at twelve years old was only a part of the 'juvenile deliquency' us 'culchies' could manage. Bording school, nurse training, motherhood and a bit of writing in the media have brought me to now.
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    • ▼  June (12)
      • When Begging Hands push us too far.
      • A Good Death is a thing to strive for.
      • Being old doesn't mean being useless
      • Fox Hunting
      • Mental illness and Employment
      • All I want for Christmas is me two front teeth.
      • Church and State both failed victims.
      • Figure was a true inspiration and a rogue
      • Learning from our Immigrent Population
      • Cutbacks bode ill for patients
      • I was always ashamed of my mother
      • Trapped in a blazing house
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