I am stuck. I don’t know if this is because I am in a work-limbo; in the transition between the end of a decade working in Doncaster and a shift to Rotherham, or whether there is something deeper, perhaps more sinister going on. What, if I have run out of ideas? Many years ago, aContinue reading “Stuck”
Is it any wonder your frustration is occasionally perceived as anger and my compassion as hurt?
I spent a few hours in York yesterday. I travelled up to present some of the work we have done in Doncaster in relation to Quality Improvement, dementia and delirium (signing, dancing, dog-visits – that sort of thing). Recently, I have been talking about the perpetual Narnia which the government has foisted on the NHS;Continue reading “York – somewhere else;”