Update.

Sorry my dear readers, wherever you are (erm who's in Seattle right now?), I've almost forgotten I still have a blog.

I'll just give a quick summary of what's gone on in my life from the last blog post till now.

1. Spent 4 months in surgery. Quite enjoyable, actually, quite like working with people who are straightforward, deal with things efficiently (relatively) and work really hard. Though I can't imagine myself going into surgery - I really wonder how long surgeons' wicks are, and how they cope with next to no time for family life. And really admire their dedication despite the lousy pay here even at consultant level.
And I still am reminded of the BBQ when I enter operating theatres, so it's a definite no no for me there.
Oh and most memorable thing - was in theatre helping out in a patient who had been admitted with a perforated bowel, and saw the surgeons squeeze some faeces out of some bowel they had split open. No fan involved¹ but it was oddly fascinating, even satisfying, almost like the sensation you get when you see a blister being burst.

2. Have now done almost 2 months in psychiatry. Am in what is technically known as an organic illness assessment unit in old age psychiatry, which translated simply means dealing in general with the nice granny in the corner who believes she is back in the 1960s, and if she could would dress herself to match.
Within these few weeks I've seen a former head teacher hit a flirtatious (almost to the point of lecherousness) guy with a wet floor sign, an ex chief fire safety officer lie under the table trying to fix a non-existent pipe (I think???) and (I wish I had more of them) a nice elderly woman who owed me a few hundred pounds a day just for being nice to her.
Did I mention the youngish lady who keeps repeating the few lines of Abba's Dancing Queen so often that I miss it now she's gone on leave?
Dancing queen... young and sweet, only seventeen... Don't we all wish we were seventeen once again? (No I did NOT watch that movie.)

Will blog more about dementia and what I think of it, within the next few weeks, I promise.

Will pencil it down in my notepad, anyway.




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¹Now I realise this reference might be a bit obscure for most, so let me try to explain this briefly. Our intestines are basically quite good at stretching (think sausages made in the traditional way). Rarely do they burst (perforate), but when they do, it is usually a serious matter indeed - up to 40% of people can die from it, and this from a hole say, the size of a 5 cent coin. And perforation usually doesn't occur until late on, IE it may mean that something (quite a lot of things in fact) was missed by quite a lot of people.
So although we no longer use ceiling fans in operating theatres...