It is an odd thought – dying in your sleep. Pyjamas, tooth brush, perhaps a few pages of a novel and no more. Your eyes close and at some point, in the night, heart stops. Dead. This is what it is to be alive. Precarious, a tightrope of existence or not. The mechanismContinue reading “In your sleep – (Safe in heaven, dead/)”
There is a science of sleep. This evening as I was driving home, I heard Peter White discussing sleep disorders in those who are blind or have significant visual impairment. Unlike our crepuscular cousins, humans are diurnal; we are designed to sleep when it is dark and potter during the day, creating industry, building things.Continue reading “Sleep”
In most instances it is straightforward, and here is the trick.
Stop, look and listen.
When in doubt, don’t UTI.
Is it any wonder your frustration is occasionally perceived as anger and my compassion as hurt?
But, why can’t I go home? Yes, over there, outside, look! I am 83 & not stupid & I want to go home & you are stopping me What is the matter with me? Nothing fancy like deprivation of liberties, capacity or best-interests Just, stuck inside a hot building in June andContinue reading “Home?”
We all serve as counterbalances to the good and bad of society, we all carry the can for the aspirations and failures of our friends, families and colleagues.
Once this shift, this change in perspective has occurred, nothing can ever be the same.
We not I.
Us not me.
Water droplets on the leaves of the tree outside my window. Now dry, Crispy in the sun.
Mostly, we don’t pause and reflect on the speed of life; Sure, the bad times often seem to drag-out for too long, and the good ones, whoosh. But, life? Seeing life sped-up, accelerated and compressed, in your garden hedge is special. Below is a narrative of the chicks who took-up residence. This in itself isContinue reading “Life cycle”
It’s raining again and It is Saturday.
Self-interest is seen as no interest, for you can’t live outside society.
I spent a few hours in York yesterday. I travelled up to present some of the work we have done in Doncaster in relation to Quality Improvement, dementia and delirium (signing, dancing, dog-visits – that sort of thing). Recently, I have been talking about the perpetual Narnia which the government has foisted on the NHS;Continue reading “York – somewhere else;”
…the MMT is vulnerable; let’s take back ownership.