Stress and Burnout

Retreating from the world.

I can't leave the garden this evening.  It's not a large garden – the size of some people’s kitchens, where they cook in front of friends and serve “supper” at the table, a happy, chaotic mess, wine bottles strewn around, pans in the sink, kids paintings on the...

Re-evaluating: limbo or life?

My husband is 53 today; I will soon join him in the same age. We have been married for 21 years. It is a hot day so we decided against a day out in the country and are lounging around the house and garden, looking forward to dinner a deux tonight as our grown up but...

Re-filling the tank

I’m on count down. Annual leave minus 10 days. If all goes to plan (no local lockdown!) I’ll be going away; an escape to the country, to the coast; a relatively unpopulated area that I’ve spent a couple of weeks exploring most summers for the last few years. A...

Recognising the need for help

David was my GP trainer, my course organiser, my mentor and my partner. I met him in 1998, was trained by him, and then became a Registrar in his practice. It seemed logical and part of life’s natural order that I should become his GP Partner and for ten years we...
Re-vealing:what really causes burnout?

Re-vealing:what really causes burnout?

Recent tweets by the police have been interesting, claiming that it is PTSD – recognised or not – following the witnessing of some pretty horrendous scenes that causes burnout over a period of time. Similarly in medicine some people believe that being party to...

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Reminding myself: what really matters.

Reminding myself: what really matters.

The sky is huge here. It stretches, dome-like, as far as I can see, protective yet offering escape to I know not what. Where it meets the sea I have to focus on the horizon, straining to tell which is sky, which is sea. Both a pale blue today, both far out...

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Re-illuminating: gaslighting at work

Re-illuminating: gaslighting at work

In the darkness of a late January evening, the rest of my family upstairs preparing for their evening of television in bed, I laid my head on my desk and sobbed. Sobbed in despair. In fear that I was losing my mind. I sobbed because it seemed I had been mistaken that...

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Re-assessing: difficult behaviours

Re-assessing: difficult behaviours

My husband does not believe in Christmas. I don’t mean he doesn’t believe in the virgin birth, or even that he is not religious. No. It is Christmas that he doesn’t believe in. He says it’s commercial nonsense. Well, I guess he is right there. He says it’s an excuse...

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