Bread

I’ve written before about our local pond; mostly my observations about ducks and their offspring, oh, and there was the slightly ungainly goose I named Ewan. There isn’t much to it; a round of tired concrete, a few benches with surrounding cherry and sycamores. Old folk sit, the ice-cream man visits at weekends when theContinue reading “Bread”

Slow reader

Feeling quite well, yet, The doctor has said, I am sick, he suggested, using indirect speech that I might die, perhaps tonight.   Malcom Gladwell Calls it mitigated language:   ‘Captain, perhaps, you should look out of the… window; Is our altitude not a little low?’   My oxygen requirement Is too great My arterioleContinue reading “Slow reader”

A response to Henry Marsh

In yesterday’s Guardian, Henry Marsh, the former neurosurgeon, wrote a short piece commenting on the treatment by the legal system and the media, of transplant surgeon Simon Bramhall – otherwise known as ‘SB’. Marsh expressed his opinion that although Bramhall had been stupid to write his initials with an argon laser on the liver ofContinue reading “A response to Henry Marsh”

Stop!  

She survived. She could have died – I never asked the question.

Human Factors, space-time and Yiddishkeit

On Friday I attended the Yorkshire and Humber Patient Safety Collaborative ‘One Year On’ conference. A number of speakers from the region discussed the work they are doing to make predominantly hospitals, but all care in the wider sense, safer, less likely to result in inadvertent harm. Primum non nocere – first, do no harm,Continue reading “Human Factors, space-time and Yiddishkeit”