There one minute, gone the next.

Things I wonder while waiting for the nurses to bring me the death notification book

I like

I like people of few words who only say what is necessary. I like beaches of broken sea shells, with sharp edges and hidden treasures. I like under-ripe bananas. I like unfinished paintings, and lop-sided picture frames, and books that end in the middle of a sentence. I like soft tummies. I like scars that … Continue reading I like

Thunder perhaps. Or maybe just a sunset.

I wonder if one day I will look back on this day. These days. An insignificant Monday sitting on the floor cross-legged. A bowl of vegetables in my lap. Waiting. For the sunset. Or maybe something bigger. Drinking wine from a glass that says Jess on it. As if I would mistake my glass for … Continue reading Thunder perhaps. Or maybe just a sunset.

Mountain medicine

Everyone is worried about me when I take to the mountain alone. But it is a sanctuary, a private solitude. My legs pumping. The sound of gravel crunching beneath my shoes. The wind in my hair. Salty sweat on my skin. I am fearless. I am powerful. If I ran off the edge of the … Continue reading Mountain medicine

Internal Medicine. A science or an art?

Every speciality will claim that it is the best. Surgeons will tell you that they are the most skilled. Family physicians will say that they make the most holistic difference to people's lives. Obstetricians will argue that they are responsible for two lives in one. But there is something special about Internal Medicine. It is … Continue reading Internal Medicine. A science or an art?

Inspiration: this is the part of the poem where the poet looks up “mutually exclusive”

Mountain soul. Ocean heart. Wanderlust. A deep desire to belong. Spirit of adventure. A home-body. Introvert. Lover of humans. Love me. Quietly. Don't get too close. I will turn you into poetry. Both things can be true at once.

Pause

Life always has its way of forcing me to slow down. My hunger to live a big full life means I forget to breath sometimes. But life finds a way to remind me to breath, and to pause. And then to do nothing other than breath. This time it was a car accident. I had … Continue reading Pause

Bitches we will be

A patient called me a bitch today. To my face. He then told my consultant to go fuck herself. He was a heroin addict in need of his next fix. He was having a bad day. We all have them. Bad days. And needs for next fixes. We don't all go around calling people bitches … Continue reading Bitches we will be

02/11/22 – Do you ever wonder what the point is?

A friend inspired me with a question recently: Do I ever wonder what the point is to all that we do? I think she was referring to the medical profession specifically. But I extrapolated the question to life in general. What is the point? We live and then eventually we die. And then at some … Continue reading 02/11/22 – Do you ever wonder what the point is?

30/10/22

Lately I've been contemplating the privilege of being a doctor. Not for the knowledge or the title. But for the invitation given to me by patients to take a glimpse into the most private aspects of their lives through the stories they have to share. Every time a patient tells me a story, however small … Continue reading 30/10/22