November 2016 – Dr Rod’s Odd Blog (almondemotion)

Here I go again, moaning about medicine… Well, I can’t help myself this time – I can’t remain shtum and let things go. Now it relates to ‘SDAT’ – does anyone know what that means? Heard the term used in one of the the hallowed assessment units located across our country? In the outpatient clinicsContinue reading “‘SDAT’”

Is it left, or right?

Let’s stop a moment and consider that we are all a little lost in the world

Nil Nil.

Just beforehand I had spotted another poet in residence in a hospice on the attendance list;

Perhaps this is a thing.

Dementia, Bruce Lee & Conservation of Energy

Originally posted on Dr Rod’s Odd Blog (almondemotion):
The law of conservation of energy states that in a closed system, energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed. Energy flows through every interaction, engagement or conversation between people; in everyday life, mostly there is a give and take, a volley of information, movement, listening…

Obese appendix

Now… I was ear-wigging this morning. I know it is a bad habit, but sometimes you just can’t help yourself. I had been called to see a patient on the surgical ward – an old woman & when I say ‘old’ (rather than ‘older’) – I am justified this time; she was 100. I wasContinue reading “Obese appendix”

Glasgow tenement tiles

Cold tiles & musty stair-well. Shutters over hardwood doors and light struggling from first-floor window. Air still, like frozen time & the clock on the mantelpiece monitors each moment as everything slows-down & every breath is like a forever. *Photograph of Glasgow Tenement Tiles by @TnmntTiles – please check out the Twitter Site

Jeff Lynne et al.

We must always hold-on to the realisation that people are people both through people and through memory and emotion.

Dog sight?

It is all about time shifting and travel, the importance of language and communication, listening and hearing and is probably the most salient film of the present day given what has happened with the US elections.

It’s kinda funny (fragment b)

But, Graham, what was he up to?

As he sat

and I crouched down beside him,

Listening to his story &

Observing the flickering of his eyes.

Grandma

Grandma Is like a fog. I was eight when she died. All I can remember, scrape from my recollection, Is a photograph of me in ‘The Goodies on tandem’ T-Shirt In back-garden of Glasgow garden and her, Grey haired and blue probably nylon or crinoline dress and Zimmer Frame horn-rimmed glasses and smile That wasn’tContinue reading “Grandma”

Bus stop (fragment a)

Bang, bang…

You are redundant.

Cry

Now I look at the pictures of Obama

And…

And I am crying.

What the heck?

I mean, what the heck is wrong with me? Can’t stand Trump Nor… I cannot even remember the name of our Prime Minister & I had such low opinions of her predecessor Yes, Cameron I don’t know where to start. I mean, we have iMacs and iPhones & If you have lots of money,Continue reading “What the heck?”

Before the Flood

I watched Before the Flood today. Rami told me about it; I had actually seen it as a National Geographic trailer last week over in Holland on the hotel TV. It is Leonardo talking about Climate Change. And how, essentially… by next Wednesday, we will know whether the planet is doomed Well… perhaps we areContinue reading “Before the Flood”

I remember Uzi

Uzi Not just the name of a machine gun But also The name of a retired engineer Living in Ra’anana; Recently emigrated from Essex. I couldn’t For the life of me Understand the Hebrew mathematics. I somehow missed-out on the minus times minus And The minus times plus logic That today is second nature andContinue reading “I remember Uzi”

Kata

& Michelle arriving

Blood spattered on the tiles

Summer garden

Dandelions Coarse grass Uneven flagstone, moss leaching-out Roughcast wall Safety glass and patterned net curtain; chafing the tongue Worms Clayey clumps of mud, black with pottery fragments and coal Rhubarb, roses and caterpillars asleep in lilac leaves Rain Drizzle, musty, condensation Sunday afternoon

Lag B’Omer*

I imagine the shell would blow and the bullet would fly-off somewhere; perhaps not – I don’t know much about ballistics. No one was injured.

Is it good if it feels bad?

Let me start with the premise – if something feels good, say, my dog’s smiling face when I return home from work, then surely this is a good thing; I feel happy, my dog is happy, (presupposing she has a sense of happiness) and the world moves-on. Now, let’s think of a scenario when IContinue reading “Is it good if it feels bad?”