Background Rantings...

And so it begins...





Good evening, good morning... whatever. If you've come this far, come a little further; you might just save my life. Or I might just be another drama queen. I'm not sure yet.



That's me on the left. I'm trying to look cool, and I thought I'd done a good enough job. I'm not so sure anymore. This blog will serve as my anxiety dustbin. It might even be a cathartic experience, but mostly I just want to sound off; vent my spleen as it were. Listen if you will; I guess this way, I don't have to know if you aren't.





Background Check

The Shroom is a 32 year old Brit working in Emergency Medicine - Accident and Emergency as was ( or Casualty,
if you're old enough...)

I studied at a London Medical School, where I had more fun than was seemly.
I'm beginning to think I had more than my due

I've been qualified 8 years now, and find my self adrift in the Emergency Department. I feel like I've been left behind, but I'm not sure how, or by whom... more of that later, I guess

I'm currently trying to give up smoking

I think I'm clinically deperessed

I'm far too fond of three full stops...

Aims and Objectives

In an ideal world, we'd be having this conversation over a beer... but life doesn't always work out like that. I need to vent my feelings here I think, until I can find somewhere else.

This will include details of my life - patients and all. Of course,
confidentiality is important, and I believe the details will be obscured sufficiently to protect the innocent. It's all make believe anyway...

Early Days

Once upon a time, I thought it would be easy. To be honest, it was pretty easy. I'm a lucky shroom. Ma and Pa Shroom are well off, and ourstanding parents. Having seen the raw deal the world deals to some people, I have nothing to complain about. But, as I'm sure you all know, nothing is quite what it seems

That's my grandfather; the Shroom is a thrid generation kniefman, and quite proud of it. But I think it has skewed my ideas. I'm forever stuck with a foot in the past, bemoaning what was; you'll get quite usd to this idea, if you stick with me for a while.
Anyway, here we are. Here I am. It's quite frustrating. The bulk of the hard work should be behind me, but most of the time I'm feeling lousy. I think this is the beginning of an existential crisis. I feel older than I am, and the fact of getting older is upsetting me. Good old traditional mid life crises. Many of my friends and family are moving on, getting married, having kids, settling down. Ma and Pa Shrom are getting older! Clearly this is the way of things, but it suddenly seems to have caught me unawares. I feel very unsettled - which is not unusual for the Shroom. I've been here before, when I went off to Fungal MedSchool. But this just feels like I'm only going to get worse... feel like i'm only going to get more disconnected. Churchill's Black Dog is my constant companion.

I've never wanted a cigarette more than I do now. Strong coffee, tobacco and self pity. Yum!

It is, ultimately, rediculous. But I want to feel better. I think the Shroom needs to put roots down again. Or whatever the hell mushrooms do.

Nuts to it. Thats a beginning. I'll be back, gentle reader, and I'll try to be less self absorbed, and share some tales from the floor; try to pique your interest. Tonight, I must make a dash to Luton, on a mercy mission for a beloved Lemon, and tomorrow lunch with Rage, and tea with Ma and Pa Shroom. Make of it what you will.

Let me know...