by Anonymous | 5th Mar 2019 | Clinician Stories, Grief
The evening started like any other, a day spent sleeping poorly, counting the hours until another long night spent in the emergency department. My disguise laid out; dark green scrubs, pens, stethoscope and an ID badge. My hair is scraped back off my shoulders and I...
by Anonymous | 1st Mar 2019 | Identity
I am a sponge. Some people are rocks. But I am a sponge. You can confide in rocks and whatever they do with you at the time of the confidence, it will slide off them soon after and they will carry on with their sturdy, often plodding ways. They are rocks because they...
by Anonymous | 5th Feb 2019 | Patient Stories
Being ‘on the other side’ is the most valuable medical educational experience I have ever had that can never be taught in the classroom. Having been fit and well all my life, when I started getting swollen ankles at only 19 years old I didn’t...