“When the Bowel Hits a Dead End: A Night on Call With Small Bowel Obstruction”
It always starts with a sound… A low, hollow gurgling echo drifting across the ward. If you’ve been a surgeon long enough, you learn to … Read more
It always starts with a sound… A low, hollow gurgling echo drifting across the ward. If you’ve been a surgeon long enough, you learn to … Read more
Because the battlefield has changed, and pretending otherwise gets people killed. The Frontline We Used to Know There was a time, and it’s not ancient … Read more
Because when everything is falling apart, someone has to hold the centre. Trauma Is Noise – Deafening, Unforgiving Noise Alarms blaring. Monitors screaming. People rushing. … Read more
If I’m honest, controlling my temper was never something that came naturally. Not at the beginning. Not even halfway through my career. It has taken … Read more
Because perfection without purpose is just noise. The Subtle Difference That Changes Everything It sounds like wordplay, doesn’t it?Doing things right versus doing the right thing.But in trauma, … Read more
A small sore with big ambitions The stomach, that muscular bag of acid and appetite, is built for abuse. It churns, digests, and disinfects, bathing … Read more
A smouldering rebellion If acute pancreatitis is an explosion, then chronic pancreatitis is the slow, relentless fire that follows.The pancreas, once inflamed, never fully forgives. It heals, yes, but … Read more
A fiery organ with a short fuse If there’s one abdominal organ that holds a grudge, it’s the pancreas.You can neglect it for years, overload it … Read more
Because sometimes, you have to hold someone’s hope without lying to them. The In-Between There’s a particular kind of silence in trauma, the one that … Read more
Because all the training in the world doesn’t prepare you for this. The Longest Walk There’s a moment, after the adrenaline, when the monitors have … Read more