“…Something Must Be Done About The Bush…”
It’s become a bit of a motherhood statement that “something must be done about The Bush”; but precisely what?
Set against this is a popular political stereotype of underworked overpaid city based medics having daily “chatty-poo’s” with the worried well – surely not?
So when an opportunity arose for volunteers to travel west to Emerald, courtesy of the Rural Division of General Practice, based on a Commonwealth initiative, my lady wife decided that I should duly put my hand up. Read the rest of this entry »
My mind is like a toolshed
The tools are my emotions
Some never unpacked
Some looking for a place to belong, some hung against the wall
Some etched in white painted lines
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LOW PRESSURE ZONE a/w DEPRESSION MOVING IN FROM …?
I am suffering from stress
I am suffering from the weather
I am wet because it rained
I am wet because I left my umbrella at home and did not listen to the weather forecast? Read the rest of this entry »
It was another one of those interesting weeks in Paradise, albeit in Sufferers Paradise here in South East Queensland; the weather was hellishly hot, we were denied access to the garden hose, and many states in the Southern part of Terra Australis incognita were well alight at times not without the assistance of a variety of different pyromaniacs.
Seven patients have failed to attend, four of them had been new referrals, all had received telephone reminders, all possessed telephones… all had discovered more important on their priority list at that particular time, and all had failed to indicate that it was their intention not to attend – nothing particularly unusual about that. Read the rest of this entry »
