Rant…

To the man on the lift who thought his shopping trolley should take preference to my crutches – barging one out from under me as it was in his way. To the woman on the bus who felt her overly large handbag should take priority for the spare seat leaving me standing on my crutches until someone further up the bus offered me their seat. To the doctor who wrote to my GP telling her my medical exam was unremarkable even though he didn’t actually do a medical exam. To the woman in the coffee shop who blanked me completely

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Dear Junior Doctor

Dear Junior Doctor, This is a message to all the doctors involved in the current dispute over changes to your contracts. As a career sick person and professional patient (and no, I’m not proud of that), I have had the privilege to be cared for by a great many junior doctors. Strangely I’ve never considered registrars to be ‘junior’ but life is full of surprises. I’m not sure why the government seem so keen to break the NHS and, in truth, I don’t fully understand all of the implications of all the changes they want to make but it felt

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Identity Crisis

My thumb doesn’t know how to be a thumb anymore. It feels awkward and doesn’t know how to sit with the rest of my hand. It trembles, quivers and spasms; its confidence has taken a tumble, and it feels almost alien to the rest of me. It’s either burning hot or burning cold, and it feels like it’s going to explode at any moment. Yet, I think it’s the identity crisis that I’m struggling with the most. When I close my eyes I don’t think I have a left-arm hand or thumb, and when I open my eyes and look

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