For passing the time, as winter approaches.
Monthly Archives: October 2022
Heraclitus, Zen & Il Gattopardo
To stay the same everything must change. That is, For you To remain In the same place, In the same state across time, Then everything else must alter Unless that is, You change a little and as The increments of progress encroach upon you The world’s altering will be less. You can’t put your handContinue reading “Heraclitus, Zen & Il Gattopardo”
Mild Cognitive Impairment, dementia, and a happy patient.
For the most, I think I know what I am talking about when I talk about dementia.
I visited my patient yesterday. He is from Alloa. In the Lowlands of Scotland. A tall, Former miner Now ageing gracefully. His grandson was there And his red-headed great-grand daughter. She sat colouring as I sounded The old man’s chest. ‘Papa, I’ll pop to the chemist.’ Said the grandson. He refers to himself in theContinue reading “Papa”
He & she, me, thee & thon
We talk so much of He As God Yet, When you think about it God is surely, If they exit, Bigger than man. Their remit Must at the very Least, Be man and woman. And isn’t She Both He and She? Doesn’t That word sustain the Essence of both? And What of they or themContinue reading “He & she, me, thee & thon”
Cold morning, 70’s flashback & white dog shit
It is Grundig TV with whiteouts and loops over and over
Where have all the bibles gone? (Can be sung to the melody of ‘Where have all the flowers gone? By Peter, Paul and Mary.)
Where have all the bibles gone? It used to be a thing I saw When staying at Hotels and hostels & similar types of places. In every Bedside drawer There would be a brown or blue Gideon Bible. ‘Look,’ I said to my daughter, ‘In your bedside drawer!’ ‘It’s empty,’ she replied. They seem toContinue reading “Where have all the bibles gone? (Can be sung to the melody of ‘Where have all the flowers gone? By Peter, Paul and Mary.)”
The state we are in, your future and mine. Echoing emptiness & uncertain tomorrow.
When you seek help, we will create systems of such complexity that no one who enters can ever arrive or find their way out. We will make Kafka laugh.
An unusual half hour – just a sharp scratch.
Vaccinations and Mystery photo…
Anxious Jew Redux, Professor Ian Robertson & Blindboy
Doctors are great at diagnosing or assigning diagnoses. It is something that makes many of them very happy. It provides the doctor with certainty, a finite box in which to insert their patient and to focus treatment – antibiotics, pain killers or anti-depressants. (I am sure there is a dopamine release every time a doctor signs a prescription).
Cognitive dissonance, the NHS, Virtual Wards, and the rest of the shit that is going down
I even recently read in a patient’s notes the following:
‘Called patient for telephone appointment. There was no answer. Patient has not attended the appointment. See again in six months.’