After working night shifts in hospital the last two Christmases in a row, I’m pleased to say I’m writing this story at home this Christmas. At a time when everyone wants to be at home – not in hospital – … Continue reading
Too Much Christmas Puddin’
Monthly Archives: December 2013
Should Canada Have Private Healthcare?
Do you think our healthcare system is failing? Have you or someone you know been let down as a consequence of ridiculously long wait times? I’m predicting that a lot of you will say ‘Yes’ to one or both of … Continue reading
The Men in Mental Health
Firstly – this story isn’t just for men. This is actually more of a collection of thoughts, than a story. But I want to explore the issue of mental health in men. Mainly, because men are men – we have … Continue reading
Catheter Conundrum
In my second week of working as a doctor, I was double, triple, and quadruple checking everything I was doing. Why? The persistently looming thought that every doctor has after transitioning from medical school to being a real life doctor … Continue reading
Old Vagina Syndrome
During another day in GP Land, my coffee mug was sitting comfortably in front of me on the desk, filled to the top courtesy of the lovely ladies at reception. It was time to see the next patient. The wonderful … Continue reading
Worried Mom
It was an average morning in a GP practice. It could have been an average afternoon. But it definitely wasn’t the evening or nightshift. Or weekend. Why? This is ‘GP Land’ – a magical place for those who have just … Continue reading
Passing the Pain
Everyday is painful for me. I don’t have cancer. I’ve not been in an accident. I don’t have arthritis. But I feel pain, every hour of everyday. The pain is very real. And, like those who need something to ease … Continue reading
Pull My Finger
It was Saturday night in the emergency department. Probably about 1am. It always seems to be Saturday night at 1am in the emergency department. This is the time when those who have consumed one too many pints of Tennent’s lager … Continue reading
Don’t point your finger at me, Son
On a busy medical ward in Scotland, a fierce battle was emerging between the smell of antiseptic and the noxious odours emitted by Mrs. Jones, a ninety year old whose reeking side room was strategically positioned opposite the doctor’s office. … Continue reading
Up Yours 