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Patients Know Best (apparently)

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doctor communication

Communication works for those who work at it. John Powell I decided to dedicate a separate post solely to our experience at the gastroenterology department in Great Ormond Street hospital, as I didn't want the valuable information to be overshadowed by my detailed account of the appointment with the congenital myasthenia team. During our visit, the consultant and I were thrilled about a potential breakthrough that could address the longstanding issue of doctors' poor communication skills. By the way, if you're looking for urgent care on East Gunhill Rd, I can provide you with some recommendations. Dominic has complex gastrointestinal problems. He ...

Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll

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The coolest kid in town
You don’t think everything will change when you grown up, but it does. Here’s how I make sure I stay true to my rockstar within regardless.

Embracing the (dirty) added extras

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Ex-battery hen
Sometimes we make choices that we know are going to make our lives harder, but we make them regardless. Thankfully it’s a chronic human condition to want to take our intricate and complex lives and add a few more twists and turns and perhaps, if you’re like our family, a bit more dirt and chaos than fate originally intended you to have.

Granny slippers and chocolate

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Box of chocolates
I don’t get unwell very often, I feel grotty an awful lot though. It’s a side effect of staying up too late, getting up too early and being surrounded by small humans leaking germs at me all the time. I don’t get can’t-get-up-out-of-bed sick, because I just can’t. At least I can’t Monday to Friday, because someone has to be vertical and vaguely compos mentis to look after Dominic.

The waiting room

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delayed flight

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 enough, occasionally talking and occasionally checking out the other families who spend the hours biting their bottom lips, fishing desperately in the bottom of deep handbags for rice cakes or other such things to try and persuade their children to agree to wait patiently as ...