Italy, Qatar, and back to the UK

EN ROUTE TO MANCHESTER—After a 4 a.m. start, I’m having breakfast in the luxurious Al Mourjan Business Lounge in Hamad International Airport in Doha, Qatar. I’m also reflecting on yet another month spent largely away from home as I watch my diary fill up with travel well beyond the middle of the year.

My flight to Doha was aboard the fabulous Boeing Dreamliner plane, and the picture shown below, which I took en route from Manchester, England to Doha, shows its unique wing shape against an extraordinarily blue sky. As I write this, I am about to return to Manchester from Doha, aboard Qatar Airways Flight QR46. 

Italy

Wing tip of the
Boeing Dreamliner

Earlier this month, I spent a week in Genoa, Italy at the University of Genoa, which I visit regularly. The weather in Italy was beginning to warm up, which was a change from a cold and dull UK. On this occasion, Mark Hayter, PhD, RN, FAAN, my Hull colleague, was there, making his second visit. Since we both edit the Journal of Advanced Nursing, we often share our experience of writing for publication with colleagues and students. It’s a good double act, as we complement each other methodologically across the quantitative-qualitative spectrum.

One of my tasks on this visit was to inaugurate a series of international lectures for final-year nursing students, and I was asked to talk about writing for publication. I am really not sure how relevant this is to all of them, but I emphasised the bad things we academics get up to by way of cheating with regard to publications: plagiarism, duplication, fabrication, falsification, creation of bogus webpages and publications, and subversion of the peer-review system. Frankly, they loved it.

Qatar

Spotted on Professor
Gray's noticeboard

My return to the UK today follows a few days of visiting the Hamad Medical Corporation (HMC) in Doha. This visit was built around several lectures, workshops, and tutorials on writing for publication, and I was there at the invitation of Richard Gray, PHD, RN. Gray is an editor of the Journal of Psychiatric and Mental Health Nursing, also from the Wiley stable. 

Hamad Medical Corporation is, primarily, a private company that provides medical care on an impressive scale to the population of Qatar. It is not an educational or research institution but has a very active education department led by Annie Topping, PhD, RN, one of my long-time friends in nursing. I may have mentioned this in a previous entry, but I was a student nurse on the ward that Topping managed at St. James Hospital in London when I did my ward management assessment. We go back a long way.

In addition to the work, which starts at 7 a.m. in Qatar, I visited The Pearl, a housing complex mainly occupied by expatriates. The HMC owns two blocks there for its employees. Over a barbecue and speaking with friends, I gained more insight into expatriate lifestyle in Qatar, which, I imagine, is similar across the Middle East.

In a country that is nomadic in origin but now extremely urbanised, the expatriates are the nomads. Few spend a long time here, but most have spent a long time away from their native countries in expatriate communities. Similar communities can be found in Hong Kong and Singapore. Although expatriate life offers great rewards, it also requires great sacrifices, and I am not sure if it is a life I would have liked to lead. On the final day, I gave a lecture titled “Tips on successful publishing,” which you can listen to in this podcast.

Next month, the Middle East beckons again. I note that my 50-page passport has only one page left. and it is only four years old. My priority on returning to the UK is to obtain a new passport, or I will not be going anywhere.

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From Utrecht to Tainan and back home again

EN ROUTE TO LONDON—January has been one of the busiest months I remember for a long time. After visiting the Middle East, I was in the Netherlands, and now, after a week in Taiwan, am returning to the United Kingdom from Hong Kong aboard Cathay Pacific’s Flight CX253.

Utrecht

My time in the Netherlands was spent in Utrecht, where I gave a keynote address to the European Academy of Nursing Sciences (EANS) Winter Summit. I was originally invited last year when the conference was in Athens, but other travel obviated that. So I was really pleased to be able to accept this time, especially since Julie Taylor, PhD, RN, FEANS, chair of the summit’s Science Committee and professor of child protection at the University of Birmingham in the UK, is a long-time and very good friend.

My keynote (listen here) was on using social media to promote academic publications. I met many other old friends and colleagues in Utrecht and continue to be impressed by the quality of research carried out by some of the up-and-coming nursing academics in Europe. I am not a political Europhile, but I am very glad we have these trans-European organisations. David Richards, PhD, RN, FEANS, president of EANS and professor of mental health services research at the University of Exeter, UK, gave a very thoughtful and provocative summary of current events in Europe.

In discussing mass migration from the Middle East, he addressed the dilemma of responding with compassion to stateless people while having zero tolerance for the despicable attitudes some male migrants display toward women in the countries that have welcomed them. Moving to academic nursing journals, Richards claimed that a great deal of what is published in them is flawed, not the best introduction I could have had for my keynote address. Nevertheless, he and I have exchanged a great deal of good-natured banter across the years, and a little more never hurts.

The Republic of China

The election of a woman—Tsai Ing-wen—as president of Taiwan put this small island country on the international stage in the week prior to my arrival. I have to choose my words carefully here because describing Taiwan as a nation will upset my mainland Chinese colleagues, and anything suggesting Taiwan is less than independent will upset my Taiwanese Green Party colleagues.

This week, I was in the south of Taiwan in Tainan, the former capital and heartland of the Green Party, where everyone was delighted by the recent election result. I was a guest of the Asian Congress in Nursing Education held at National Cheng Kung University, Tainan. I was there to give a keynote address and was “on the bill” with the legendary Afaf Meleis, PhD, RN, FAAN, dean emeritus of the University of Pennsylvania School of Nursing, USA.

Yours Truly at ACiNE conference.

My keynote (listen here) was on use of nursing informatics in education, and I showed a picture of all eight of my children and pointed to my oldest daughter Hannah Watson, RN, BSc, who, on that very day, was celebrating 10 years as a registered nurse. In fact, on the day she passed her finals, I was also in Taiwan. A critical care specialist, she is just completing her advanced nurse practitioner programme at Sheffield Hallam University, UK.

This was a very special visit to Taiwan as it was the first time my wife had accompanied me. I cannot list all the people in Tainan and Taipei who were so wonderful looking after her, but special mention must go to Tzu-Pei Yeh, RN, who recently completed her PhD under my direction. She attended to our every need. We ate large quantities of Chinese food, listened to karaoke, and copiously toasted everyone with wine at a formal banquet. At least Mrs. Watson got some insight into my sufferings!

Tzu-Pei Yeh (right), my former PhD student, clarifies
a point for an attendee of her seminar.

Two nights in Taipei, where the recent election result was not greeted with much enthusiasm, completed the visit. We met Nanly Hsu, PhD, RN, former dean of nursing at Tzu-Chi University in Hualien, on the Pacific coast of Taiwan and Lin-Lian Huang, PhD, RN, FAAN, former dean of nursing at National Taiwan University, Taiwan. Former president of the Taiwan Nurses Association, Huang is a candidate to sit on the governing body of the International Council of Nurses (ICN).

Much to my embarrassment, Huang recalled that the UK, through the offices of the Royal College of Nursing (RCN), is no longer a member of the ICN. I am a long-standing member and a fellow of the RCN, but I simply cannot agree with us losing our voice on the world stage. There is an All-Party Parliamentary Group in the UK currently working with the RCN to consider nursing’s contribution to global health. My individual response, submitted recently to the group, included the point that the RCN should rejoin the ICN.

A meeting with Li-Chan Lin, PhD, RN, of National Yang-Ming University, Taiwan—my longest-standing Taiwanese colleague—completed our visit. Lin was Leverhulme Visiting Professor when I was working at the University of Sheffield, UK. If I pioneered assessment of feeding difficulty in older people with dementia, it was Lin who took this work to another level by translating my scale into Chinese and using it in the first rigorous intervention trials using Montessori and spaced retrieval methods. She knows my wife and family very well, and we had our annual reunion in “our place,” le ble d'or.

Back in Hull

This coming week, I will be interviewed about nursing education by Jane Dreaper of the BBC; do some “firefighting” over issues that have arisen and for which I am—pro tem—responsible; and conduct an intimate but necessary medical investigative procedure—you don’t want to know the details—before returning to the University of Genoa in Italy for a week. Otherwise, the racing season for us runners has started here, and I need to decide which races to aim for. My ambition remains completing a 10-kilometre race in under 45 minutes.

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Back in the sultanate

MUSCAT, Sultanate of Oman—My Christmas holiday was cut short slightly by the need to be in Oman on 2 January. This is my second visit to the sultanate, and I remain impressed by the religious tolerance and relative freedom I observe here, compared with some other parts of the Middle East I have visited. Also, compared with last time, the January weather has been very pleasant, making it possible to walk and even run in the evenings. My last visit here was at the height of their summer when any outside activity is almost unbearable. Virtually all Omanis are Muslim, and minarets and mosques are much in evidence. The call to prayer goes out regularly.

Minaret at Mutrah souk
(market) near Muscat.

Examining at Sultan Qaboos University

I have been here as an external examiner at the Sultan Qaboos University College of Nursing, located at the Sultan Qaboos University Hospital. The college is a cultural melting pot of nationalities with the staff composed of local Omanis, Jordanians, Filipinos, Ugandans, Indians, and at least one Pakistani. Normally, when I work as an external examiner, the job entails reviewing the processes used to examine students, looking at examination content, and assessing how well standards are being met.

All of that is part of my role here, but external examiners are also expected to participate in conducting final examinations of the students. Two days are spent in the hospital listening to students presenting clinical cases and observing them performing a clinical procedure. One day is spent taking part in the oral examinations. It’s very stressful for the students, exhausting for the examiners, and bears no resemblance to what I am used to back home. I am uncomfortable in the clinical areas, as I feel my presence is an intrusion into patient privacy. However, the role of external examiners is explained and, together with previous examiners, I have been able to persuade the college to minimize the time we spend at bedsides.

Aerial walkway at the university.

When I am overseas and invited to visit clinical areas, I invariably refuse, unless I have some specific function there that is related to teaching or research. Nevertheless, my time here in the hospital, as in my previous visit, was informative. Sickle cell disease is very common in Oman. The problem, as with many Arabic and Muslim populations, is consanguineous marriage. Health education advice and genetic counseling is provided in an effort to eradicate the disease, but preference for cousin marriage—a very strong cultural drive to keep things “in the family”—is hard to stop. Recessive carriers are so common that marrying outside of the family is no guarantee of not having children with sickle cell disease.

A resolution and an anniversary

My new year’s resolution, not the first time I have made this one, is to read more, and I made a good start over Christmas with The Alzheimer Conundrum by Margaret Lock. Lock is a social scientist who, equipped with a thorough knowledge of the literature, investigates theories about Alzheimer’s disease by interviewing some of the key researchers. Essentially, causes of Alzheimer’s disease—as opposed to correlates—remain controversial.

The Journal of Advanced Nursing celebrates 40 years this year—our “JANiversary”—and we will run a series of editorials throughout the year reflecting on the first issue and key papers from the first volume. These will be available to download free from our website for a few weeks. You may wish to read my January editorial which reflects on 40 years of JAN.

After leaving Oman, I return to the UK for 10 days, after which I travel to the Netherlands and then almost directly to Taiwan. My trip to the Far East will be a special one because, for the first time in many years, my wife will accompany me. Because it will be her first visit to Taiwan, it is causing great excitement among my colleagues there, as only a few have met her. On this occasion, I may not be the VIP.

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Sandstorms and traffic in Riyadh

RIYADH, Saudi Arabia—Arriving at King Khalid International Airport in Riyadh in the early hours of last Sunday impressed on me just how different this place is from anywhere else I go. The streams of young ladies in various queues are stopped past immigration and have their passports confiscated. This violation of human rights means they are the indentured maids of Saudi families. Misbehaviour of any kind ends in corporal punishment, or worse.

Yours Truly with Assistant Professor of
Nursing Joel Gonzales Patalagsa, RN,
of King Saud University.

The other side of Saudi Arabia becomes visible when my Indian driver shakes my hand, this followed by a charming young man in full Arab dress who also welcomes me to Riyadh. The latter is Fayez, the unfortunate member of the teaching staff at King Saud University who has been tasked to meet me. It is 3 a.m. before I arrive at my hotel. Fayez is clearly getting the rest of the day off; I am not. Three and a half hours later, I am up and off to meet the dean of nursing. I had my revenge on poor Fayez, however. My driver had no idea where to take me—nobody gave us instructions. We took in a great deal of Riyadh before I phoned Fayez, waking him up to get directions.

The dean is Associate Professor Ahmad Aboshaiqah, PhD, RN, whom I met earlier this year on a previous visit to Riyadh. Aboshaiqah, who lived in the United States for 10 years and whose doctorate was supervised by a mutual colleague, Marilyn Oermann, PhD, RN, FAAN, commiserates on the loss of my good friend here, Professor James Ware, FRCS, who died a few weeks back. I knew Ware in Hong

Professor James Ware,
8 July 1941 – 9 October 2015

Kong, his death was sudden and, as everyone here confirms, a great loss. He led the team responsible for medical examinations at the Saudi Commission for Health Specialties and also established the Journal of Health Specialties. I wrote his obituary for the journal, and that will be published soon.

Where are the women?

I am on my first visit to King Saud University to advise staff members on writing for publication. Everything is done twice, as there is strict separation of male and female students and, therefore, male and female staff members between the main campus and the “girls’” campus. Apart from the Arab dress and Arab manners—ultimate politeness to visitors and brusque orders to junior staff—everything is quite normal with the men.

To enter the girls’ campus is to enter another world. There is not a glimpse of an undergraduate student and no view of the actual campus, which is behind high walls and large double doors at the end of long corridors. I am in an outer sanctum where men may wander freely and only staff members and masters’ students may venture. Most women—staff and students—are in the hijab, with only eyes visible, which makes it very hard to know who is speaking.

There are few non-verbal clues to indicate what they are thinking. I also keep introducing myself to people—without a handshake—who tell me that I had already introduced myself. There is continual and distracting adjustment of the abaya, the yashmak, and the headdress and, as Arab women do not project their voices, I am both confused and exhausted by the end of two days. However, in two-to-one consultations—no female meets you alone—I was able to advise on research projects and manuscripts and answer questions about master’s and doctoral study at my university.

There is virtually nothing to do in Riyadh. Where alcohol might take the edge off a long evening for me elsewhere, it is not available here. To pass the time, you work your way through a series of tooth-rotting and waist-expanding sickly sweet fruit drinks and mountainous plates of food. Walking is virtually impossible. Pavements—where they exist—are badly kept and where there is construction, piles of bricks, tiles and sand block your way. Magnificent buildings tower into the night sky, but getting to them on foot is impossible and an incipient sandstorm makes being outdoors unpleasant. Crossing the road to get to something that looks interesting is life threatening, as indicated in this podcast clip. There was a gym at the hotel, so I managed to burn a few calories in the evening.

I will be in Saudi at least three times this next year, with one of those visits to King Saud University. I visit Oman in January and Qatar in February, so it seems that the Far East is becoming less of a venue for me as the Middle East becomes more prominent. With the world the way it is now, I am frequently asked about my personal safety. People unfamiliar with the region cannot distinguish between Arab and terrorist, between Moslem and Islamic extremist. The religion may seem incomprehensible and aspects of the culture repellant, but every person who declines contact isolates the region further. As for personal safety, if I change my schedule or the places I visit, I hand a minor victory to the merchants of death.

Good news and bad news

As the joke goes, do you want the good news or the bad news first? The UK government has decided to do two things with nursing education that make perfect sense to me, one of which I have long advocated. Nursing students are paid bursaries by the National Health Service (NHS) to study nursing, and this will end. Despite progress made in moving nursing to universities and the move to all-graduate entry to the profession, we have never completely broken the link to the idea of the hospital apprenticeship model of training. Most other students have to fund themselves or take out loans, which are repaid when they enter employment. The UK is unique. In the United States and Australia, nursing students have to finance their studies at university like any other student. There is evidence—admittedly anecdotal—that some students come into nursing only to be paid the bursary, with a low commitment to the profession. These reports come from fellow students. It has always seemed wrong to me that, in a situation where we are heavily oversubscribed to nursing programmes, that we may be turning away people with a genuine commitment in favour of people doing it for the bursary.

The other thing that will change, mainly as a result of this change in funding, is that the cap on nursing places in universities will be lifted, as it has been lifted for other subjects. Universities can now take as many nursing students as they can manage. These moves are proposed as a response to nursing shortages and the high levels of non-UK nurses working in the NHS. These proposals were raised in a report titled "Supplying the demand for nurses" by Edmund Stubbs, whose credentials include four years working as a health care assistant. When I downloaded my copy, I opened it with relish. Thus ends the “good news.”

Expecting to find a good read, I was horrified to find language that was highly insensitive toward non-UK nurses, inappropriate nationalism, and complete misunderstanding of how nursing education is organised. The insensitive langauge came in the form of negative stereotyping of non-UK nurses who work in the NHS. Stubbs describes how many go home after working for a few years, as if they were to blame for being recruited, many leaving the poverty of their country to earn money elsewhere and support their families. This seems like a very acceptable form of foreign aid to me. 

The nationalism was apparent in the suggestion that, while those who choose to work in the NHS should have their loans repaid, those who work abroad should not. There is no logic to the NHS repaying the loans. I fail to see how this represents a cost-saving (which is at the heart of the report), and it continues to set nursing students aside from other students. Bribing nurses to remain in the NHS by creating a financial differential is just wrong. If we want to encourage nurses to work in the NHS, we must make it a better place to work, and if we want to stop nurses from working overseas, then what about our contribution to global nursing and how do we ensure that nurses gain international experience that they can bring back to the UK?

Finally, the report suggests that increasing the number of nursing students will be beneficial to the NHS as cheap labour. This is ludicrous and, in any case, nursing students have been “supernumerary” for nearly 20 years and are not included as part of the nursing workforce. The author makes no mention of this or about how nursing students will receive adequate supervision in clinical practice. I assume he is unaware of the issues. I wish I could end on a higher note, but, but except for this blog and podcast, where I describe fully what I think of this and some recent research on non-UK nurses working in the NHS, I find myself—finally—lost for words.

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St. Martin's summer in Genoa

GENOA, Italy—Following my return from Australia, October was spent mainly in the UK. Early November finds me back in Genoa, Italy for my final visit of 2015. My visits for next year are planned already. The weather is exceptionally good, and I’m assured this is St. Martin’s summer—a warm spell in early November during the feast of St. Martin before the weather turns cold. I made the best of it with several early-morning runs along the coast.

Mary Seacole Leadership Awards

Soon after returning from Australia, I was in London for the  Royal College of Nursing Mary Seacole Leadership Awards. The event was held at the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists (RCOG) in London’s Regent’s Park, and it was a bit like revisiting the scene of an accident. The 2008 UK Research Assessment Exercise Nursing and Midwifery subpanel meetings oscillated between the Royal College of Surgeons and the RCOG, both in Regent’s Park, and while I enjoyed my time on that panel, the work was hard and prolonged.

Parveen Ali describes her project
at the Mary Seacole Leadership
Awards ceremony in London.

I was invited to the awards ceremony by my very good friend and colleague Parveen Ali, PhD, RN, senior lecturer, University of Sheffield, one of the recipients in 2014. In addition to receiving her award at this event, she also presented her excellent project on the use of multilingual nursing staff as translators in UK hospitals. Her interest in the subject arose when she was working for a telephone triage service—since discontinued—called NHS Direct. A native of Pakistan, she is a fluent Urdu speaker, but when an Urdu speaker called, she was required to transfer them to a translator. Listening to the translators, who were not nurses, she often heard them misunderstand callers. These services cost a great deal, and she wondered why the National Health Service did not utilize the services of bilingual nurses, both for telephone services and in clinical practice. For her project, she reviewed the policies of many NHS Trusts and found much the same policy—with some anomalies—across England. Her study raises some very interesting points.

Genoa

Links between my own University of Hull and the University of Genoa are strengthening. Our previous dean made a visit with me last year, and colleagues from Hull are working, albeit at a distance, with Genovese colleagues on translation and validation of a questionnaire designed to help in health promotion related to melanoma. Mark Hayter, PhD, FAAN, my colleague of many sojourns to the Far East and a Journal of Advanced Nursing editor, visited two weeks before me and, like me, has a programme of visits planned for 2016 and has also established collaborative projects.

My week here has been spent working with colleagues on a range of research and writing projects and teaching research students about writing for publication. The next visit, which will bring Hayter and me here at the same time, is in February 2016.

Pain

My running continues, but climbing of all sorts and gym work have ceased, because of a deltoid muscle-rotator cuff injury. I can’t pour water out of a kettle, shake hands, use a mouse and keyboard, turn over in bed, or scratch my head without extreme pain. Although I am having physiotherapy and taking some very powerful antiinflammatory medication, I’m still in pain.

Next week, I will be Aberdeen, on the north coast of Scotland, the city of my birth, to take part in a review of the nursing and midwifery education provision at Robert Gordon University. I’m hoping that will be the final flight of 2016, but it looks like I may need to go to Saudi Arabia in late November or early December. Next week, I also celebrate my 60th birthday with family and friends at home in Hull, and then I look forward to a long break at Christmas before traveling to Oman the first week of January.

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Waltzing Matilda

SYDNEY AIRPORT, Australia—Sydney’s Qantas First Class Lounge is my favourite airport lounge in the world. Not only is it the untrammelled luxury, it is also the view. From where I’m sitting, I can see the classic outline of the Sydney skyline across a superb view of the airport with planes constantly on the move.

I have been in Australia as a guest of the School of Nursing and Midwifery, University of Newcastle, New South Wales. My good friend and colleague, Sally Chan, PhD, RN, FAAN, invited me for the week as an international visiting research scholar. I also hold a conjoint professorship at the University.

Double happiness

The occasion for my visit is the 25th anniversary of the School of Nursing and Midwifery, which coincides with the 50th anniversary of the university. Professor Chan describes it a “double happiness,” reflecting her Chinese heritage and referring to a very common and much loved Chinese symbol.

The week also coincided with the 2nd Australian Nursing and Midwifery Conference. Held in Newcastle, it attracts delegates from across Australia, the Far East, Southeast Asia, and Sri Lanka. My job for the week was to entertain the staff for three days with seminars on the publication process and open-access publishing. I also gave a lecture on my favourite analytical method, Mokken scaling, captured for posterity on my podcast page.

At the conference, I provided a workshop on writing for publication, which I broadcast on Periscope TV. Twenty people joined us, but I forgot to set my iPhone to save, so that was lost to posterity. I won’t repeat that mistake. Finally, at the 25th anniversary celebration, I gave the keynote address, titled “Nursing education: attitudes and evidence.” This was an important occasion for the school as the Honorable Jillian Skinner, MP, New South Wales Minister for Health, was present, along with the vice chancellor (president) of the university and the pro-vice chancellor for health.

My keynote focused on the need to maintain university level education for nurses in the face of pressure in the UK to return to the “good old days.” I was very pleased that Skinner—daughter of a nurse—made it clear that, while there is such pressure in Australia, such a return will not happen during her term of office. Before my address, we were entertained with some highly original a cappella singing, including a rendition by the university Echology choir of “Waltzing Matilda,” Australia’s unofficial national anthem.

Otherwise

It was not all work. On my first day in Newcastle, we visited Hunter Valley, famous for its vineyards. I tasted some of the best wines I have ever had. Apparently, you sip a little and pour the rest out, which seems like a waste to me. I slightly regretted my cabin-luggage-only policy, as I could not take any back with me. Some of my Australian family came to visit, and I ran a total of 22 miles along the waterfront this week. This was my first time in Newcastle. It will not be my last.

Yours Truly with Professor Sally
Chan in the Hunter Valley vineyards.

The smile on my face speaks volumes.

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Packing 'em out in Finland

KOUPIO, Finland—A family wedding (our son Thomas), two visits to Ireland, and one to Finland have taken place since my last entry. The wedding photographs are well aired on family Facebook pages, but I thought it would do no harm to share one here. My talented sister-in-law made the wedding dress.

From left to right: Charles, Joseph, William, Yours Truly, Thomas,
Sally, Deborah, Hannah, Lucia, Amelia, and Rebecca—all Watsons!

Ireland

The visits to Ireland, made in close succession, were for the purpose of participating on an interview panel for a senior academic position at University College Cork (UCC) and to attend an examinations board at the Royal College of Surgeons in Ireland (RCSI).

I worked in Ireland for six months—from 1998 to 1999—but when the “Celtic Tiger,” the rapid economic expansion that took place in Ireland between 1995 and 2000, inflated house prices and kept my family stuck in Scotland, I had to retreat back to the United Kingdom. Nevertheless, I have maintained regular contact with the Republic and make several visits annually.

Cork is a beautiful place, and I was very grateful to the UCC for two nights—my second stay—in the five-star, family-run Hayfield Manor. In Dublin, I have said goodbye several times to the RCSI at examination boards, but I keep being asked back and have no complaints. It was a pleasure to introduce a good colleague, Parveen Ali, PhD, RN, lecturer in nursing at the University of Sheffield, to Dublin and to have dinner with Catherine McCabe, PhD RN, assistant professor in nursing at Trinity College Dublin, with whom I have worked in Bahrain.

Finland

After a weekend at home, I flew to Helsinki and on to Koupio to spend a few days at the University of Eastern Finland. My host here has been Mari Kangasniemi, PhD, RN, with whom I had breakfast in Rome a few years ago at a conference. I am always pleasantly surprised how these unplanned encounters lead to future collaboration.

I gave two classes here, one to assembled masses of doctoral and master’s students in health on how to attract a reader’s attention in a manuscript. (To listen to this lecture as a podcast, click here.) I am rarely able to say that I packed out a lecture theatre, but I did this time. People were sitting on the floor and out in the corridor, and I was asked some excellent and challenging questions at the end.

The point I made about attracting readers’ attention in manuscripts is to realise who the initial readership is—first, the editor-in-chief and then the other editors and reviewers. If you do not take these people into account, your ultimate intended readership will never see your work. My second class, which was more sedate, was a dialogue with the doctoral students in nursing.

Future plans

After I return to the UK, I have no further travel planned for this month. Next month, I go to Australia and possibly Hong Kong and, if plans work out, Saudi Arabia in November. I look forward to teaching my online module in quantitative methods at the end of this month and getting reviews back on the manuscripts I’ve submitted in recent months.

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Humidity and humility in New York

HULL, United Kingdom—Unusually, I’m at home in the UK. My holiday with Mrs. Watson (Debbie) in New York was one of the highlights of my life. Debbie, an experienced New York visitor, impressed me with her understanding of how the avenues describe latitude on Manhattan and the streets longitude, with Broadway doing its own thing at an obtuse angle. I loved everything we saw and did. I will spare you most of the details, but running in Central Park was a particular highlight that also provides the title for this entry.

On the way to New York, I said yes to everything that British Airways had to offer in first class, most of which came with champagne. Suffice to say I had no problem sleeping the first night. I woke at 6 a.m. and ran to Central Park, ran around it and then ran back to the hotel, a total of nine miles. I would not recommend this as a training regime, but it seemed to work.

Two days later, I tried to repeat this heroic feat—without the champagne—and had to stop after five miles. The humidity and temperature had spiked, and I discovered I was not Superman. It was a long walk back to the hotel followed by a long talk from Debbie, a much more experienced runner than me, about overdoing things. I’m glad to say I rallied for our last morning, got up at 5 a.m., walked to Central Park and completed the six-mile run without incident. I really felt like I was in a movie and expected to see Woody Allen or the cast from Home Alone at any point.

Our holiday started and finished in the Concorde Lounge at London Heathrow Airport, so it was fitting that we paid Concorde a visit in New York at the Intrepid Sea, Air &  Space Museum. Mrs. Watson in foreground.

Journal matters

I am glad to say that authors submitting to Journal of Advanced Nursing (JAN) and Nursing Open were not all on holiday, nor were my editors and associate editors. More than 50 manuscripts, at the various stages I engaged with them, awaited my attention, so I did not have to wonder what to do first. One of the proofs awaiting correction for JAN was an article by Snowden et al. (2015) on which I am second author. When I am the author of a JAN manuscript, I have no editorial involvement with the manuscript until it is accepted and at the proofing stage. This article reports on a study of the latent structure of emotional intelligence and the discovery of a novel dimension, evident using two entirely different analytical methods.

There was more good news for JAN. I listen to “Today,” the BBC flagship news programme, every morning from 6 a.m. (in bed for at least the first 30 minutes) and was startled at 6:45 a.m. (still in bed) by a mention of “the Journal of Advanced Nursing.” What followed was a report on an excellent article by Weldon et al. (2015) reporting on the effect that music played in operating theatres has on communication between members of the surgical team. The piece was also featured in the subsequent news bulletin. The study shows that music can be detrimental to communication. If you want to hear the coverage, I made it available with a short commentary in a podcast.

Also, I had to resume arbitrating between some authors who dispute ownership of a dataset from which an article was recently published in JAN. I find these disputes often take months to resolve, and I feel sorry for the doctoral student in the middle of this who hasn’t done anything wrong. Clearly, the dispute is at a higher level, but its resolution may well have an impact on the doctoral project.

Life goes on

Along with my wife and two of my sons, we spent a weekend in Scotland clearing my mother’s house. My mother recently moved to a nursing home in Hull and her house is for sale. There were plenty of laughs as we found things long forgotten in the house and reminisced. Some harsh decisions had to be taken about what was being removed and what was going to a local charity shop. However, the hardest thing for me was locking my father’s workshop and studio for the last time ever. The click of the padlock simply choked me and moved me to tears as I recalled the boats built, wood turned, watercolours painted and framed for sale.

My sons took a selection of items but we had to leave many of his beloved tools behind, some of which I recall watching him working with when I was a child; we have no room for them. We managed to find around 50 of his watercolours, and we have stored them. He died five years ago, and we all miss him tremendously. But life, as the cliché goes, goes on, and next week my daughter, who lives in Germany and who I rarely see, returns for two weeks for my son’s wedding. I have no travelling planned until September and look forward to this precious time with them and the rest of my children and grandchildren.

Reference
Snowden, A., Watson, R., Stenhouse, R., & Hale, C. (2015). Emotional intelligence and nurse recruitment: Rasch and confirmatory factor analysis of the trait emotional intelligence questionnaire short form. Journal of Advanced Nursing. doi: 10.1111/jan.12746

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Between Sydney and Hong Kong

CATHAY PACIFIC FLIGHT 162—Another two-week visit to Australia is over, and I am bouncing back over Typhoon Linfa on the way to Hong Kong. Turbulence on my last few long-haul flights has been bad, and this one is no exception. Like all seasoned flyers, I try not to look worried.

I have been fulfilling my adjunct professor role at the University of Western Sydney (UWS) and visiting my family in Brisbane. The UWS occupies several campuses and, for the first time in many years of visiting, I was in Parramatta, a suburb of Sydney, the first week. Situated on the site of a former asylum—a “lunatic” asylum, as it would have been called—the Parramatta campus takes in many of the elegant buildings associated with the place’s former purpose, and the older buildings are complemented by many fine, modern buildings.

Yours Truly with Associate Professor Michelle
Cleary, who organized my visit.

Numerous mental health hospitals in Australia are located on the banks of navigable rivers, as lunatics were not permitted to walk on the Queen’s highway—these institutions were built during the reign of Queen Victoria—and had to travel by boat. A steep set of steps leads from the river to the campus, and I imagine this is how many people were led up to their new and permanent home. I met one of the senior managers of UWS last year and only just managed to stop myself from cracking the old “the lunatics are now running the asylum” joke. He had probably heard it many times before.

With apologies to the occupants of Parramatta, this is not the most salubrious suburb of Sydney, and one of the missions of UWS is to serve these communities. My hotel website boasted “access to a state-of-the-art gym.” There was access, but the gym was a mile into town, a walk I made each evening past less than desirable housing and youth that appeared intimidating. Some of my colleagues were astonished that I had ventured out of my hotel. I reckoned that the sight of an elderly man in shorts and T-shirt in temperatures just above freezing was enough to keep me safe. It was very cold, the coldest winter in Sydney in 17 years.

Family time

The weekend I spent in Brisbane was warmer. I feel blessed to have such a great family, who make me welcome. Apart from Christmas, it is one of the few times of the year I leave work behind, literally in luggage left at the Sydney airport, and spend time with family. I always come away grateful, a few pounds heavier, and with an increased knowledge of Australian wines and beers. (Someone has to do it).

But my time in Australia was not all fun. Back at UWS, I gave a day and a half of writing-for-publication workshops and two video-conference sessions, one on social media and the other on marking theses and dissertations. Otherwise, I held staff consultations about publication plans and kept up to date with editing and supervising—from a distance—my PhD, master’s and final-year students. Two of my PhD students, one from Taiwan and one from mainland China, have completed their theses, and I am arranging for their examinations, which, in the UK, is done by viva voce, otherwise known as the “viva”). The viva is a terrifying prospect for most students, so I expect anxiety levels to be high when I get back to my desk at the University of Hull.

Two busy weeks

I have two weeks of intense activity coming up. It has to be two weeks because, although I have many July deadlines, it is only two weeks before I go on holiday and take the long-suffering and mostly tolerant Mrs. Watson—it’s OK, she never reads my blog—to New York. For the record, this is the first time in 31 years we have been away together on holiday without at least one of our children. We have gone on work-related trips to the Far East and Southeast Asia, but, as I am frequently reminded, those “don’t count.” 

So, before that happens, I have a PhD thesis and a pile of scripts from the Royal College of Surgeons in Ireland to examine, a handover of my acting associate dean role to the incumbent who is now back in the role, Journal of Advanced Nursing author guidelines to revise, and lots of research data to analyse. I see the seat belt sign is on again, and I am trying not to look worried.

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Hong Kong and Seoul

HONG KONG, SAR, China—I’m posting this from the Cathay Pacific First Class Pier Lounge at the Hong Kong International Airport. The Cathay Pacific flight from Manchester to Hong Kong (CX 358) was restored toward the end of last year, and this was the first time I had taken it with the intention of staying in Hong Kong. My previous use of the route was for an onward flight to China. The flight arrived at 6:30 a.m., and, to fight off jet-lag and avoid falling asleep, that made for a very long first day in Hong Kong. I tried going for a walk, which, in 75 percent humidity, lasted five minutes. Eventually, I surrendered at 6:30 p.m. and slept until 6 a.m. the next—my longest sleep in Hong Kong and my longest sleep for years.

I was back in Hong Kong for a second set of meetings with the University Grants Committee Research Grants Council. Most of the work of the committee is done in the four months before we arrive, and these are the meetings where final decisions are made. We also make an academic visit to one of Hong Kong’s higher-education institutes, and this year we visited, in a purely advisory capacity, the City University of Hong Kong. Otherwise, I caught up with old friends and colleagues.

Thomas Wong, PhD, RN, former vice president of Hong Kong Polytechnic University and an entrepreneur with his own consultancy business (GINGER Knowledge Transfer and Consultancy Ltd.) and health provider spin-off (Seamless Care), is the best value for money in Hong Kong and my oldest friend there. Little happens in nursing in Hong Kong and mainland China that Wong either does not know about or has not been instrumental in developing.

I also met Eric Lu Shek Chan, MSc, RN, GAPFON member and former deputy chief nurse at the Hong Kong Health Authority, now dean at Caritas Institute of Higher Education. Chan had planned to meet me in Seoul, South Korea, at the 2015 conference of the International Council of Nurses (ICN), but the Hong Kong government prohibited any health-related personnel from travelling to South Korea due to the MERS (Middle Eastern Respiratory Syndrome) crisis. The risks of becoming infected with MERS must rate similarly to the chances of winning the United Kingdom National Lottery. Made of stern stuff and with the proverbial British stiff upper lip, I decided to take my chances and head to Seoul.

ICN International Conference

This was my second visit to Seoul, my first several years ago in prohibitively cold, subzero temperatures. This visit was warmer but at a much more civilised temperature than Hong Kong. Conditions for running were ideal, and I recorded Seoul, Gangnam District, on my Garmin webpage.

I have attended ICN conferences before—in Taiwan and Japan—and this one bore the same overriding feature: It was huge. There were thousands of people there, the venue was enormous, and it was by luck much more than management that I ran into colleagues from the United Kingdom, United States, Italy, China, and Australia. I could see from Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn that many other people I knew were also there, but, despite trying, we never met. I was especially pleased to meet for coffee with GAPFON colleagues Hester C. Klopper, PhD, MBA, RN, RM, FANSA; Cathy Catrambone, PhD, RN, FAAN; Pat Thompson, EdD, RN, FAAN; and Cynthia Vlasich, MBA, BSN, RN. I also had lunch with Sally Wai-Chi Chan, PhD, RN, FAAN, featured in many entries passim from Singapore and China.

Pam Mitchell, PhD, RN, FAAN, University of
Washington; Sue Turale, DEd, RN, FACN, Ewha Women's University, South Korea; and Yours Truly struggling with that last course.

Sadly, my impression of Korean food, honed during my first subzero temperature visit, did not improve as a result of this visit. I simply cannot get the theme, appreciate the tastes, marvel at the presentation—and I’m British! However, it was not for want of trying, and I did enjoy one excellent dinner—mainly the beer and the company—hosted by my publisher, Wiley, through its Asia-Pacific office.

Leaving the best till last

Amidst all this fun and frivolity, something wonderful happened last week, and that was publication of the 

Thomson Reuters impact factors for 2014. My journal, Journal of Advanced Nursing, has increased its impact factor (1.741), its citations (12,024), and its ranking (10th place). Therefore, we can once again claim to be a top-10 journal. I would like to thank our authors, readers (especially those who cite us), our incredible team of editors, and the staff at Wiley.

The best news I've had in years!

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