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?”
What became even funnier was the background I occasionally use of a photo I took in the winter of a cob-web.
Hopefully, after that cocktail of metaphors and images you get my point.
Moving (change) is difficult.
Like baby ants we scuttle around, working away or in retirement, too busy to look up and out.
All of these add richness to relationship and whilst not essential for me prescribing penicillin are essential to my humanity.
Those Angry Young Men, one day they’ll learn, they will eventually see the light and become more like me – they will die a little inside;
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”
We need to unlearn some of what we have taken-on, those of us who have moved through the profession and we need to support those who have just arrived to hold-on to their beginner’s mind
People for whom caring is so inherent, so part of the job-description that it needn’t be said – like breathing, moving, loving – imperatives of existence.
Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.