Looking through my eyes
Last night my mobile phone rang. To my utter astonishment the display showed it was a call from my doctor’s surgery. Wow, I thought, we’re getting somewhere, my GP is calling me. Today I want to write about how wrong I was.
The art of doing something
When I first read “The art of doing nothing” by Iona Heath some time ago, I was smitten by it. A real doctor talking about listening to me, taking the time to consider. Wonderful! Over the last few months, I have changed my mind. As you listen and notice, the only thing I’d like to tell you is: For pity’s sake, do something, my body’s on fire. I’ve been ill, you see.
The power of the EBM manifesto
Here is the EBM manifesto. It has appeared on my Twitter timeline so many times that I decided to read it. Here is what I found. Continue reading “The power of the EBM manifesto”
Medical status of the narrative
Me: What I say is evidence.
GP: We have to disagree on that.
This is a real exchange between a medic and myself I tweeted yesterday. But these words are too profound to only tweet. They need a fuller account. Here it is. Continue reading “Medical status of the narrative”