Ok, so I’ll admit, I generally think that Facebook is a platform for us to all lie to each other and perhaps even to ourselves too. The funny incident with the duct tape and the baby sitter makes for a great update, but admit it, at the time it was just plain embarrassing, and perhaps a little unnerving. I think forcing ourselves to see the funny or ridiculous side of our human failings is a trait to be applauded though, all too often we take ourselves far too seriously, and if it takes a Facebook status to make us come up with another, more positive view of a situation, then it’s no bad thing, even if our sole purpose is merely to try and convince the world that we are funnier, smarter and have a better social life than any of our friends.
By the time you read this post, I will have packed a suitcase, boarded a fast train to London and relocated the few things that Dominic and I can survive with into a room somewhere in the heart of Great Ormond Street hospital. I have been preparing to separate myself from my family and
Communication works for those who work at it. John Powell I decided to give our appointment with the gastroenterology department at Great Ormond street hospital a whole shiny post all of its own. We actually saw the consultant on the same day as we had the appointment with the congenital myasthenia team which I wrote
Being in a hospital waiting room is like being stuck at an airport waiting for a delayed plane, although without the promise of a holiday at the end of it. Dominic and I usually sit and while away the time staring at a small screen, me on Facebook him on the DSi. We're generally happy
It's been a strange old week. First I found out that you lovely people have nominated me for an award despite my British reserve and lack of confidence having prevented me from asking anyone to even consider me. I have since added the badge that is meant to encourage you to vote: if you look