It was a toughie. It took me an hour to unravel what was what, which medicines were which, what had been stopped, started, changed, what he could and couldn’t do, what he understood, what the family understood, the plans for further tests and follow-up.
You are both more distant and more closely related to your next-door neighbour than you think.
I remember experiencing a sensation similar to that which a fly must feel as it slips down the throat of a pitcher plant. Suspicion mixed with curiosity.
What became even funnier was the background I occasionally use of a photo I took in the winter of a cob-web.
You can still hold hands if someone is wearing rubber gloves; you can still laugh or smile wearing a face mask.
The joy of imagination and other worlds.
I walked through a wood today and tasted wild garlic tangy rich; It made me feel connected. Wild Garlic Has the Latin name Allium ursinum. Allium as it belongs to the onion family and Ursinum, as it is believed that once when bears wandered Europe They would dig for the roots. OneContinue reading “Wild Garlic associations”
We are all just people who are trying to get-on, to get-by, to find an answer.
This is how I often start, begin the conversation, listen to the story from the perspective of the husband or wife, son or daughter. They tell me about my patient, the deterioration, the frequent acknowledgment that things are getting worse, that they see the future. And, the system, the trying to do itsContinue reading “Tell me what has been happening.”
Rod’s Blogs, Poems, etc. Table of Contents I search for meaning. 6 ‘Behavioural’ 8 10 Years. 10 10 years. 11 99+. 13 1559 days. 15 A response to Henry. 17 A tale of two times?. 18 Acute. 20 Advance Care Plan, Human Rights & I want what I want 23 alea iacta est 25 AllContinue reading “Blogs, Poems, etc 2017”
There are few things worse than listening to someone talk about their dreams; unless you are a soothsayer, a Pharaoh, or, perhaps, chatting with your children as they relate their anxieties. A few days ago, I had a strange dream – I wouldn’t go as far as saying it was ‘vivid’ – suffice to say,Continue reading “Dream”
& Michelle arriving
Blood spattered on the tiles