Bit of an arse.

I don’t want to analyse the etymology of this phrase, yet, it is something that I have noticed cropping-up over the years. I suspect people say this outside of medicine, but in the context of a doctor taking to a nurse, ‘he’s a bit of an arse,’ tends to suggest the person has behaved inContinue reading “Bit of an arse.”

Phallic symbols and America

Born down in a dead man’s town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground End up like a dog that’s been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up I am not sure why the opening lyrics to Bruce Springsteen’s ‘Born in the USA’ are whistling inContinue reading “Phallic symbols and America”

End of Life

I was involved in an interesting conversation this afternoon, during which, I was surprised to learn of the lack of understanding of dying – amongst colleagues who work in healthcare. I thought, to this end, and, given the ruling published today relating to the cessation of feeding and artificial hydration of people in Persistent VegetativeContinue reading “End of Life”


You wouldn’t necessarily link the iPhone with existentialism, but, there you are. The philosophy connected with our sense of purpose, place and meaning, so beloved of Sartre and Camus has led to our place in the modern world; staring at a pixelated display, where the manufacturers do their best to shrink technology to such anContinue reading “iPhone”

Dementia #

How hard it is to see the person you love fragmenting, progressing through moments without recollection, changing, shape-shifting into someone different, Lost in time, adrift in place.   An echo of their self hanging clinging, to moments.   As they pass, disintegrate, a flaking headland, eviscerated, hobbled.   Pain that sends an echo, through MondayContinue reading “Dementia #”

Quiet. (photo of my dad, for Paula)

Photo of my dad, black & white, In Nissen Hut During his National Service in the 50’s.   Looking straight to the camera, Unblinking, Unusual for him who always seemed off-centre, on the periphery;   From the light I assume it was evening, Although, inside those places, there was likely never was much illumination.  Continue reading “Quiet. (photo of my dad, for Paula)”

Something medical.

We debated yesterday during the ward round, as to whether I should discontinue one of my patient’s medicines. 85, he’s not in good shape; struggles to walk, confused at night, the stroke ten years ago took his ability to speak. Of all the drugs that are forced upon him morning and night, one is toContinue reading “Something medical.”