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While training as a nurse, I was introduced to the Swan metaphor. While appearing to glide gracefully across the water, not a feather out of place, a swan has to be kicking its feet like mad in order to get... Continue Reading →

Being disabled has its downsides. I know this will come as a surprise to many of you, but it's true. Once you've got over the cool mobility accessories and free parking, it's actually not so much fun. So much so... Continue Reading →

I don't consider myself a selfish person. I have my moments, sure. For a busy person, I can take laziness to a whole new level. My bed is one of my favourite places. But I'm generally pretty aware of my... Continue Reading →

When I was young, I wanted to be an actress (that is, once I'd given up on my dream of becoming a tree. Seriously.). I was pretty crap at school; too clever for my own good (Oscar Wilde as a... Continue Reading →

My mother learnt to play one piece of music on the piano. It was Feelin'  Groovy. The irony of this is now not lost on me. Today, I saw an Orthopaedic surgeon, who had become a lovely lady in the... Continue Reading →

I didn't want to clerk you. I saw you from my seat by the computers. You were muttering to no one in particular, constantly moving around, taking your top off just to put it back on. You were a big... Continue Reading →

I recently blogged about how to get into Graduate Medicine, and people seemed to appreciate it, so much so that I was asked to blog about what comes next. I don't know how other medical schools run the graduate course,... Continue Reading →

Yesterday, I took a tumble. BoyFace and I were on our way to meet some friends for a couple of drinks and some nibbles in Battersea Park. So far, so idyllic. I'd managed to get down what are truly horrific... Continue Reading →