Accept that this is the way it is, that humanity is flawed no matter where you look and realise that we can only hope to arrive at truth or reality if we lower our guard and collaborate
Lots has happened in the past 12 months – hard to imagine that this was a whole year ago. Fond memories whilst walking through the woods this morning. via The Monday ward round after Mother’s Day
There is that scene in Mary Poppins where there is a run on the father’s bank;
It is hard to be an Outsider.
It is hard to go it alone.
We humans aren’t designed for prolonged battles of isolation;
For years after I got up in the morning she would hop on to my bed and curl up on my still warm, vacant spot.
We talk of the
Along the way.
It means, I am your doctor, I am here to help, I will do whatever I can to support, and, with this the clinical contract – first, I will do no harm, second, this is confidential and, third, well, If I don’t know, I’ll find someone who does.
I have never watched the Brady Bunch.
She is a woman with bells on her bag.
I saw Kingfisher this morning
The old man, Smiling, kind, Dementia eroding his present he pointed-out his Grandma and his Mum and Did not at first recognise himself or, his Dad, Standing in the centre, Protective, Big hair. When I see family pictures, the old folk I imagine are my grandfather’s age and so on; I reflect my personal familyContinue reading “Today, I held in my hands the photo of an old man as a baby.”
Yes, these are just names, and names, well, you can call anything, anything; the best advertising agencies worked this out years ago.
Outside I could hear Michelle.
I don’t know what she was doing but, there was laughter.
Relative: Doctor, I believe my mum is dying, I want us to stop the antibiotics/fluids/oxygen/etc.
Doctor: No, I feel we should continue, there might be some improvement (aka other blandishment/platitude).
Here is a memory. I have been struggling a little to find the words to continue my blog. Frustrating. This is not to say nothing has been happening – these have been incredible times, yet, there is a break, or, disconnect between where I am now and where I want to be. Here and overContinue reading “Memory (2019)”
Sorry to start your Sunday morning with a morbid topic, but there you go. I have been thinking about my experiences of death – indeed those of any doctor working in a hospital and those of people in general. They are different worlds. Last night I watched a little of ‘New Amsterdam’ with my sonContinue reading “Death”
Last night I had a mystery revealed. Apples. In particular, English apples in the Spring. Now, I know that the climate of the UK varies from North to South, but the seasons are fairly stable – for the moment, with apples growing over summer and ripening in the autumn. (This was part of my imaginingsContinue reading “Suspended animation”
Originally posted on Dr Rod’s Odd Blog (almondemotion):
This is what you say to a Jewish person who is recently bereaved – either in the days following a death or on the anniversary of the death of their mother, father, brother, sister, son or daughter. I don’t think close friends, cousins, aunts or uncles…
Hello everyone. I have been on a break from the blog. I know that some people have noticed – thanks for your concern; I am doing OK. For the moment, let’s call this writer’s blog/k. I thought, to avoid my readers deserting me, I would fill the gap with some old blogs. I will beContinue reading “Break”