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into the fray...: July 2007
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Confessions of a junior doctor: a soon-to-be FY1 on life, work and madness. Sunday, 29 July 2007. The end is nigh. So, after thinking about it for a few days, I have decided that this blog is not really going in the direction I would like it to, so I won't be posting here any more. If anyone is interested in reading my new blog. Feel free, but it won't be a 'medical' blog, but more of a 'thoughts about life' blog. Oh dear, I sound like a hippie. Sorry. Thursday, 26 July 2007. When we were in Israel last ...
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The KnifeMan: Kind Of Blue
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Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life. He's heard it might be therapeutic. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental. Thursday, August 09, 2012. Working as part of a team, in extremis. Shared experience binds us powerfully, especially if there is hazard, even if that hazard is at someone else's expen...
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The KnifeMan: 30 DSC Day 26
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Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life. He's heard it might be therapeutic. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental. Thursday, April 07, 2011. 30 DSC Day 26. 26: A Song That You Can Play On An Instrument. Cupboard is bare again, I'm afraid. Can't play, for toffee. Labels: 30 Day Song Challenge.
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The KnifeMan: Further Interlude
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Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life. He's heard it might be therapeutic. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental. Saturday, April 09, 2011. I appear to have successfully blotted them out of my mind. I might as well tell you how much my back hurts today. You just have to plough on, apparently.
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The KnifeMan: Really Bored
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Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life. He's heard it might be therapeutic. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental. Sunday, April 10, 2011. But this was just too much fun to ignore; I've got a lot of time for this guy - Mighty Mike. Check his site, it's (now) in my blogroll. Plus, I am working in t...
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The KnifeMan: 30 DSC Day 29
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Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life. He's heard it might be therapeutic. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental. Sunday, April 10, 2011. 30 DSC Day 29. 29: A Song From Your Childhood. Labels: 30 Day Song Challenge. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Scruffy, too loud and tired most of the time.
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The KnifeMan: 30 DSC Day 25
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Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life. He's heard it might be therapeutic. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental. Wednesday, April 06, 2011. 30 DSC Day 25. 25: A Song That Makes You Laugh. Scant pickings. I'll offer two; one a 'proper' song, the other intentionally comedic. Francis Cabrel Vs....
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The KnifeMan: Timing
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Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life. He's heard it might be therapeutic. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental. Wednesday, August 08, 2012. Timing, it seems, rules all of our lives. Make of that what you will; be it in a Sliding Doors. Or is that the point? Fate and free will? I find I have no ...
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The KnifeMan: On Dignity
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Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life. He's heard it might be therapeutic. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental. Wednesday, September 26, 2012. Perhaps it is just to be expected, living at the sharp edge of life, where everything seems to be changing so very quickly, where everything seems of vi...
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The KnifeMan: Way To Blue
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Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life. He's heard it might be therapeutic. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental. Wednesday, April 17, 2013. Yes, I'm back. Again. Want to can Google me. Or Bing me. Why not Bing that shit? If you feel it's worth more than a cursory shrug of the shoulders. Anyw...