“At least eight weeks. You have to take things easy for eight weeks at the least”. Those were the words of the doctor who had told me I could go home after spending six nights in hospital. Tomorrow, it will be nine weeks since I collapsed at home. It was Saturday 12th...
September 3rd, 1959. I was one of 289,242 babies born on that Thursday. Apart from me being born, nothing much happened on that day. I was the second child, my sister having been born eighteen months before, though my mother had given birth to a still born a few years...
So, here I am, presenting myself at my surgery to receive my flu jab (I know that there are people who are completely against this practice but I have consulted widely with healthcare professionals including pharmacists and nurses and have been...
“I had a nervous breakdown over Christmas”. The callers voice was shaky, trembling almost. “I’ve phoned you before, you helped me cope, but I’m really bad now, I don’t know how I’m going to carry on”. It was last Friday that I took that call. I couldn’t remember...
I suppose it started in February of 2016 when I received a telephone call from a lady who told me she was calling from The Cabinet Office. “Would you like to go to a Garden Party in Buckingham Palace?” she asked. “Of course” I replied “Somebody would like to meet you”...
No – not for you, for me. You see, somebody has nominated me for the UK Blog Awards 2017. The Awards are sponsored by Odeon Cinemas and there are seventeen different categories. I’ve been entered into the Health and Social Care group. I’ve been writing my blog for...
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