Aircraft Medicine

I've purposefully not named routes, companies or people involved here. I've also tried to keep my level of detailed description to a minimum. This is to protect the dignity and confidentiality of all involved. In Five Feet Apart, love cannot be expressed by human touch. In this heart-wrenching and unflinching portrayal, two Cystic Fibrosis patients... Continue Reading →

Work

After working all night giving out more meds and blankets than really saving any lives I find cigarettes and co amoxiclav in the A&E toilets where the addicts have been shooting up moments after we attempt to fix them. My septic man who thinks he's in Iran is right about life when he pulls out... Continue Reading →

Crossing the border, waking the dead

The Gambian border post at Amdallai looks the same as back in 2006. I do not have my belongings searched and am not told lies about carrying illegal materials (such as a radio) as I was back then. There is much less corruption. I walk past the detention cage to the interview room where the... Continue Reading →

Catching

Britain is tiring. In January I oversleep my alarm for work several times. My bones freeze and thaw in the spaces between bedding and shower, shower and dressing, kitchen and car, car and hospital. I cannot catch enough sleep. I cannot catch my alarm. In Europe I am still tired from Britain. I hit snooze... Continue Reading →

#1 Spice

'Bring the flavour to the fish, Bring the flavour to the rice ... Number one spice' Queen of Katwe's soundtrack to Kampala, Uganda's vibrant capital, is a homily to the flavour-giving qualities of Lake Victoria salt. But the word 'spice' has a wholly different meaning in Northern British cities. This kind of spice adds flavour... Continue Reading →

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