I have little idea about the General Data Protection Regulation which formally came into force today. It has certainly generated lots of emails – most from companies in the UK; I wonder if being in another country means you are exempt; From reading the EU animate here – I don’t think I as an individual,Continue reading “GDPR”
I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence So, wrote David Bowie in 1972. Whenever I think of change these lyrics play in my mind. Let’s take a position on change – it is essential; critical to the survival of our species – we grow, learn, adapt andContinue reading “Change, standing still and evolution”
Pain is pain is pain, or so the saying goes.
Listening to conversation that involves multimillionaires and contrasting the poverty; One dollar a day and One billion In the same breath; Suspended in the same air. the same space and time Suffocating. Like the haze of ozone and carbon monoxide that lols in the ether. Ethereal neglect, like Gandhi’s house. Continue reading “Listening”
Today, I visited the house where Gandhi lived In Mumbai. I learned about his travels to London and Durban and round the houses and back to Bombay (Making me think of my grandfather who travelled Riga to Glasgow then Ceylon and Australia around the same time; perhaps they were ship-mates?) As it was thenContinue reading “Gandhi”
The plane Is refuelling And We are advised not to Fasten seatbelts; Chiming Music Eastern Xylophone, Mysterious, like Evelyn Glennie in the Levant.
The security guy big brawny bloke, Shouted at us To move across To step this way, not that, and I was startled, knew that I had to respond In the expected way, knew that controlled deference is all that is permitted. In this place. Sheepish.
I don’t think we can banish these terms (unlike sufferer, which yes, should be binned)
Originally posted on Dr Rod’s Odd Blog (almondemotion):
Disclaimer The following narrative is for purposes of information only and offers no specific practical advice on the care or management of patients beyond that which is advised by a trained healthcare professional. Never stop taking prescribed medicines without the advice of your doctor (or nurse,…
Baby born, Entirety Of all knowledge Past, present and future Nestled in their consciousness; Overwhelmed With knowing With seeing & Understanding. Blown away By Possibility. Options, opportunities and ideas How Where Why What Let me see; It is all forgotten in a Kabbalistic moment. Alas, alack, Thank goodness!
I climbed Down Out of my caravan And Looked at the stars. The night was black With Dazzling Luminescence Distant Galaxies, Memories Of the past Talking to me. Don’t talk back, Listen.
The Woman In The queue For the Arctics, Behind us With baby in pram And toddler By her side, Captivated by Peppa Pig; Yellow rain coat And Rusk.
The man in the shop Stood, Red Jump-suit, Tapping iPad & small-talk as people filtered past; controlled by one guy, silver hair and chinos w/ reticulated silk scarf and, outsized man arms folded commanding the crowd; into the dark; music playing and air of expectancy.
I learned today That There is no developed or developing world, No First or third No East or West It is all an invention of people who can’t quite grasp the reality Of 2018 according to Hans Rosling who, Wrote the book. It is a narrative of positivity Making me feel Less bad AboutContinue reading “Hans”
I LOOK AT MY OLIVE TREE IN MY GARDEN AND THINK OF An OLD ARAB MAN AND PERHAPS A KIBBUTZNIK STANDING TOGETHER.
There was a very tall photographer Snapping a Happy Couple today in Sheffield. His hair was curly, Long arms and legs; I thought, How handy, for being a wedding Photographer, to always, because of his height, capture A special angle.
Facebooking this evening with friends. One Size fits all. Only, this doesn’t fit me.
I thank Stephen King for first hitting on this idea*. The existence of the concept of telepathy. I can’t necessarily read your mind, but you can mine. How? You are doing it now. Reading these words, whether today, tomorrow, next year, is opening a little window into my consciousness; this is what I am thinking.Continue reading “Mind-reading”
I’d never really considered healthcare as a competitive sport.
Thinking again of Bruce Lee – back in the 60’s he was aware of the potential harm of naming; the risk of distortion, perversion, narrowing our horizons.
I may say I am not listening to you, or, rather, I will say I am listening but, I will not listen, or even, If I am listening, I will not hear what you say because my own viewpoint is so dominant so obstinate obdurate immovable Nothing can come between me and my idea ofContinue reading “Truculent fellow (talush)”
I tweeted yesterday something about the UK’s workforce problems facing health and social care. There you go. Check out the blog I wrote a couple of weeks ago, then the more recent plan for a visit across to India. You could read this two-ways. The first; the NHS isn’t working – look at Switzerland, Germany,Continue reading “They can’t even get their crap recruitment right”
Bike ride, uncertainty. Wobble, unsteady beside shining cars, the metal bright and hot in the afternoon sun. Road is pocked, bits dug-out here and there, from the winter; too much rain, snow and ice. I look-on. I worry. I worry about worry. Circuitous concern that doesn’t do anyone any good – least of all me;Continue reading “Bike”
Alarm clock. Six. No sound besides the ticking which is separate from consciousness. Humming below the surface of realisation.
Troponin, this Millennial test, investigation of the iPhone generation is, despite its reputation not all that.
This is home, this is it, regimented, part of an institution; not what Jake had expected, not part of his life-plan, his bucket list of activities. But then, what to do?
The plan had been to explain to people the why, what, where of my trip to India. We are heading-out, a small contingent of NHS from Rotherham on the 17th of May, Mumbai via Abu Dhabi – which is the capital of the United Arab Emirates, not Scooby’s catchphrase. I wrote a couple of monthsContinue reading “India, etc.”
Dead, the moment the breathing ceases and, the heart stops. Relaxation of muscles, slackening of tone sighing-out of self and, move-on to the next stage, the next phase of being. Still there still existent within the memories, sentiments, ripples of existence, but, Transformed. Different. decay, devolution, evolution, transformation. Not necessarily sad,Continue reading “Dead”
I had intended this blog to focus on my planned trip to India in a couple of weeks; readers will have to wait. I want to talk about frailty. For those of you who haven’t kept-pace with my career moves over the past few months, I am now working on the Assessment Unit in RotherhamContinue reading “Frailty. No.”
Originally posted on Dr Rod’s Odd Blog (almondemotion):
It is easy to forget how much medicalese and jargon exists within the world of health and social care. As to what stops us speaking English, either to each other or more relevantly to patients, clients and carers, I am not sure – I suspect that…