U.K. patients

A Winning Belt Turns Into WrestleMania

It was a moment of clarity. Unfortunately, my attempt at making a bright, clear consommĆ© has for the moment turned into a muddled chowder! Even worse, it was writing this column that started it. Iā€™ve written so often in this column about using my Molift assistive device for transfers…

Old Friends, Broken Chairs, UTI Admissions, and Redemption

The week started with a bang, albeit with a hint of underlying anxiety. Friends and former work colleagues gathered during the first days of spring to chat in my sun-lathered back garden in South London. COVID-19 lateral flow tests had all been passed. Previously, weā€™d spent years working together on…

Having My Own ‘Long Bad Friday’

In truth, my long, bad Friday started on Thursday afternoon at 5 p.m., although it seems wrong in the middle of a black, midwinter night to still call it afternoon. Still, if you live in Alaska, summer nights never even start! (OK, I’ll stop musing about the vagaries of Earthā€™s…