Posts Tagged ‘pulling my hair out’

Home Birth – Will We Have Any Rights Left?

Friday, August 7th, 2009

Insurance. It’s all about insurance. The Australian government is suddenly anxious that no midwives lose their homes if they’re sued by their clients, but they couldn’t give a damn if the same midwives lose their businesses and livelihoods. Oh, and their homes because they can no longer pay the mortgage. But hell, it’s better than not having Professional Indemnity Insurance in case you’re sued. Right?

So. The pool of Independent Midwives is tiny and they don’t warrant consideration for Professional Indemnity insurance because the premiums would be outrageous. But, under draft legislation currently being put through to parliament, every midwife will have to find insurance somewhere in order to register with the new national registration board. Under a different Bill, just to obfuscate matters, it will be illegal to practice midwifery without being registered. So, due to a technicality, failure to purchase insurance equals failure to register equals illegal midwife. Yet she has 20 years’ experience managing births and catching babies…

This legislation is dangerously open to interpretation. What exactly is the definition of “practicing midwifery” (which is about to become illegal unless the practitioner is registered and has their precious insurance)? Will they fine and jail a police officer for stopping to “deliver” a woman’s baby on the side of the road? That’s midwifery. It’s also the domain of Australia Post, Fed-Ex, and Pizza Hut. (Hey, lady! You order the Hawaiian with extra cheese?)

Seriously – would they charge a husband for telling his wife he can see the head and maybe she should push? What if it was her mother or sister with her when she went into a quick labour? Or a friend who’d done a first-aid course? Or does it only become “midwifery” when money changes hands? How crude.

Those of us who choose to birth at home with a midwife are in the minority. It’s an expensive choice, therefore it is not a choice available to many when it is free to birth in a public hospital. But the right to be involved in the planning of her birth and the right to choose the place and the people who attend her birth is considered a human right. And when the rights of one Australian are removed, it affects all Australians. How long before your choice slips away between two Bills? Would you notice?

Bandwidth Theft

Monday, July 21st, 2008

I’ve been put out of business for two weeks. A number of lowlifes with MySpace accounts and some random ignominious bloggers decided to steal my bandwidth by illegally hotlinking to my images. They sucked more than three-quarters of my bandwidth in two days, and yesterday I went to publish something to my website only to get a bandwidth exceeded warning. In the past I’ve used less than 3% of my monthly bandwidth allocation, so I never had reason to expect something like this.

I am angry. Half of my potential income for two weeks is simply gone, because a handful of miscreants wanted some nice images for their blogs. Guess what, though. I know who you are. I have half a mind to send you an invoice. I know how much my bandwidth costs me. I know how much of my bandwidth you’ve stolen. Not hard to work out what each of you owes me on that side. But a little harder to work out how much income you’ve cost me.

Gravatar 2 – I gave up

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

I gave up.

Gravatar didn’t read the email I sent them, but they did respond. They told me to do exactly what I’d told them I’d already done.

So I told them that. They emailed back (actually this time within a few minutes) and said try logging into WordPress.com.

So I tried to log into WordPress. No go. First, logging in, I get “No such user.” Then I try to set up a new account and get “That user already exists. Log in.” Try logging in, and I get “No such user.” Try “Forgot password” and enter username, and I get “No such user”. Enter email address and I get “No such email address in the system.”

Back to the logic that surely No Such User means I can create that user account. Nope. That user already exists. “Did you forget your password?”

By now there’s enough of my hair on the floor to donate to Susan’s hair donation lens.

So I gave up and entered a different username to sign up with. And voila! Activate the link, open up Gravatar and I’m already signed in under that name. Upload an avatar, open SquidTop, refresh a couple of pages… and here I am. Under the wrong username, but at this stage who gives a continental two-bit hoohah.

Gravatar

Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008

Deep breath. I’m going to try this Gravatar thingy again. How can something be so complicated? My two weeks are long up, so hopefully that has erased any stupid mistake I made last time I tried it. Wish me luck!