You know the game. A cryptic clue and an unexpected answer. It came to me this evening, when I was discussing my role with colleagues. I am a hospital trained doctor who works in the community and helps older people, although sometimes young ones too. Who am I? I am a geriatrician. Although I hateContinue reading “I am long and thin by the end of the summer… Who am I?”
Many are the result of an acute deterioration in the health of an older person, who, terrified of being admitted to hospital calls their GP. Many patients do not want to be admitted; they want to stay at home and recover.
In the olden days, over 65 was considered old.
Now, when I meet someone who is 75, I consider them young.
Waiting for nurse.
Fear of asking for nurse.
Fear of fear of asking for nurse.
Tabloids love these figures as it allows them to get away with saying… ‘Hospital H – death rate is twice the national average!’ Subtlety is usually lost in these situations.
Indeed, the last walking stick I saw came to a bad end when it wasn’t used as a walking stick.