Month: September 2018

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Sabbaticalling the Kirsty way

Writing this in bed. It is still cold and rainy outside. Have spend the morning reading in horrified fascination of the latest White House shenanigans. Feeling vaguely guilty that I’m at home instead of at work where I could be doing something useful. However, as I’m on sabbatical, what I really should be doing is reading that neuro anaesthetic textbook I bought, written by the clever doctors at Addenbrookes. Trouble is, the first two chapters are on anatomy and physiology, and not only are they boring, but they’re also giving me nasty part one flashbacks.

To show that I’ve learnt something on my sabbatical so far, I’m going to publish this photo I took of someone’s anaesthetic record when I was in Cambridge (all parts of a patient’s hospital records are on line there – a not fit for purpose arrangement purchased at great expense from the USA called “Epic” – the best part of which being the fabulous headlines it enabled, such as “Addenbrooke’s Hospital 200 million pound IT system proves an Epic fail” computing.co.uk 22/9/15 ).

An induction not for the faint hearted, as I’m sure the anesthetists amongst you will agree (if you can read it) – especially considering it was done in the anaesthetic room with a terrible old Bain’s circuit. But, this is one of the most experienced neuro anaesthetists you’re ever likely to meet, and certainly the surgery and wake up went fine. So there you go – plenty of ways to skin a cat, as I like to say (am not a big fan of cats).

 

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Discontent

The spa pool looked so warm and inviting, bubbling away there – but it’s actually cold. The disappointment was sharp and bitter on this cold Winter’s night. (Well actually it’s theoretically Spring but it’s still f**king cold out there)