by Anonymous | 23rd Feb 2021 | Humanity, Patient Stories
She was jiggling, hands in pockets, fidgeting with her keys, sniffing every nine seconds, agitated. I wondered if she was in a hurry, late for another meeting or appointment. I had been in that situation before, stressed to the hilt at the lack of urgency of someone...
by Anonymous | 29th Sep 2020 | Culture, Identity
“If I want to get plastered on a Saturday night, and fight on my High Street,” a surgeon told me about 12 years ago, “ I can.” At that time I took issue with his view, my lofty beliefs then suggesting that professionalism was something we were, part of our...
by Anonymous | 24th May 2019 | Education
He was furious. His face taut, great gaunt lines etched at the sides, his eyes hooded and wary, a pulse visible in his neck. He was leaning forward, almost begging and his eyes like flint, hard and cold and angled, as though to look at her directly would give away the...
